| Corrupt construction of life, descend as you douse yourself in gas and set yourself ablaze, get use to burning, get it right, because when you fall down and scream in the middle of the night, as you run away from the ultimate fright, no one will hear you, so know you will soon burn in Hell, the reapers chaseing you, Gods calling you, as you run through the dark Demon infested forest, you will find yourself lost in the past and your mistakes, so just know, you will drift away, and sift the way you lived, and lift the vail that covered your sins so well. Now sink into Hell, take a drink of holy water, it might help. The murdering machine chases you down a hill, running you closer to depths of astonishing agony, unbelieveble misery, can you find a reason to come clean? Is it to far away to grip and drag home, because right now, in the cold season of death you are all alone. Blood in your viens seeping out into the ground, feeding the rose, so it can grow o'top your grave, just know, he above won't turn you into a slave, just a wave of war. The Title wave sets upon the shore, washing away the man who built his house upon the sand, now as the rain pours down, the addicted to death have build stilts for their homes and are freely flying into the sky, watching the fools drown in misery, agony, self destruction, lazy helplessness, crazy corruption that helped the evil construct, you know it wasn't for the best, just another one of. *points up* His test. As we feed the Rose with blood, the christains pile in the ground, one by one they fell, muslims fall to warfare and bombs of their own creation, and Marines die from their own hesitation, pull the trigger, or allow them to make the explosion quicker. Drop them like flys sprayed with a flame thrower, your shamed when you are carved from muscle and bone and find yourself failing to commply with the rules of nature, you can't kill your fellow man now? Why! he's killing you! so, just let the wicked urge to kill bleed through, you must survive, otherwise you are not the strongest to redefine the progress of humanity, re-instate a better society of cival commplications, how intricate the network is, how many will die before some one realizes this life is a game for the Generals and Governments, the ones in charge of Faith are the ones sending you to your death, without even taking a breath to think. Accomplished filth, completed betrayal of fellow men, now kill or be killed, you must steal life so you may continue to live. Run faster in the dark, towards the light where you can see, why this is the only way to be free. We're playing chess. What is this that makes us so bleak to reality? Is it our anti-Free form thought society?! Do you want to fall into the hole and be buried before you actually go? Fight for your soul, fight for your life, fight for what it is you wish to see make it out and become best. Children dieing in the streets, parents not giving a shit, you don't care if your daughter gets gang banged, you don't care if your sun is in a gang banging out bullets poping kids. I don't stand for this. I stand for beautiful Chaos of survival, animalistic nature, kill to survive, kill to breed, kill to eat, kill to feed those of which you gave birth, live by the sword and die by it, live by the Bibles word, and find yourself locked in a box thrown six feet under before you could even stop to question what it was that didn't make sense. Skulls in piles, bodies burning as the bombs exploded, men sweating in desert citys, Korean nukes, un-noticed narsistic narrators of the world, Presidents, Kings, Governments, Dictatorships, men that obviously don't give a shit. Time to stop the nonsense in war and murder, kill or be killed. Set them free. Free from Fundemenalist bondage, supersonic religious rage. Towers burning, peopleing jumping, what started the shit, I'm all for vengence, now this makes sense, if you love that God so much, then we must be as he, and be enticed by revenge and the blood of men. Kill or be killed. Run in the dark, hide from the speaking tree of Mother earth, the great creation the great creator gave us to live, which with our technology we kill. I know one day, a button will be pushed and she wil rest in a black and burning grave. |
