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The Great Cleansing
written by Genocide Reaper07:42 PM 10/17/04| With me as your guide your love for the morbid will rise. We know the feelings of darkness rise, constantly, a hit and run with rage has taken place. Before the thunder clatters, keep the reapers heart and praise his name, don't place blame, just keep up the love for death, you must see the truth, in the dark, we were blessed to ride in a possy of destruction, doom has come and his name is death. Time to make those who feel peace praise the name of Death, eleminate those in the way. Deaths hand knocking on their door, this is what we call wanting more. The master has risen, I'm on my horse rideing into battle, slaying the defenseless cattle, some might yell coward, but they saw this coming for years on end, their unholy enemy growing stronger. Their faith caused fools to gather in the gutter. Shooting up cold death, we're faceing a world without christ and now its time to boast. Peace rest in the hands of war, with the slauther of Christians and Muslims, Hell hath its fury in the hands of the Immortals. What comes from Hell belongs to God. What he creates, he endows with hate. Just because you don't understand doesn't give you the fucking right to point your finger. Fed lies all your life, they stunted your growth with poison and books. Time to take a look under the cloth that hid the Alter of Ahnilation. The Seals crust over with dried blood, the books lock slowly erodes. Time to see what Judgement really is. Just like the Kings of the ages led men through the streets into war and death. Killing and rapeing, pillaging villages, God sends his army of Death and Destuction. Vengence reigns supreme over Greed, Jealiousy died with your Envy of the Warriors power. Those who survive the close combat of immedate oblivion are praised as the next Warlords to take the earth. The future stands tall. A war loving Gods call. Just like the Queens that fucked the Kings, stealing everything in greed, the Nations of the Earth slowly begin to bleed, denial sets into the liberal section, as a Blood lust for love in war compells men to kill the Hippys of happieness in Accidental ideas called good Faith. Follow your book, follow your Drugs, none of it can save you when the Warriors of Eternal War sweeps across the land, hitting all of you in your sleep. Its the reapers name we keep. A rain of arrows and bullets shed the blood, our swords plunged deep into the guts of fools who couldn't fight. All of this I see happen in the middle of the Night, call us the Vampires, call us the great evil sires, call us Inspired by Hate, call us what you will, its not gold we steal, we take the souls, being the Reapers of the end of time, being the Warriors of a vengeful God. Hit your knees and cry in vain, plead away, I'll be here all through the day, posting heads on pikes, leaving impaled bodies upon spikes. To completly obliterate our enemies, hit them when they speak, forever attacking even as they sleep. Eternal the reapers name we Keep. Sacred, a temple unto Death we build, a God given gift of freedom and payback that contiues an Eterity of attacks. Now they praise our Nation built Corpses and cause! A Black book is placed over the bible, the Symbol of a Skull with a sword driven through it and the Reaper reigning over it and the bodies of the foolish. This is to be followed accordingly to the name of he who sits upon the throne of bones of his enemies! Our course for building a nation of corpes and cause is Supreme so try and assemble yourself an army, a team to fight back, but all through the Day and night we attack. Anywhere anyway we will Kill and die as we sweep across the world cleansing it of the Filth washing away the shit of the sheep and slaves. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Genocide Reaper (10-21-2004 - 05:54 AM)
| This is one Hell of a work of art and nobody leaves a Comment. Must be lazy readers. |
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