| Millions upon Millions of crosses with crucified criminals. The greatest of art, oh what a fucking work. Let us be as we see, we shall kill and set our souls and violent nature free. We must kill to feed our blood thirsty hunger, eat flesh, tear hearts from chest's. Scarred minds, scared times, were people who dwell in fear are left to die alone. Lock yourself in a permenant asylum. I'm locked in a cage. SET ME FREE! Hungry, thirsty, Why is it they do this to me so? I just want to know. Millions upon Millions of cages like mine, people locked in, shut up, and shut out. We can't breathe the air, because they want us to go more and more insane, they just want to build the rage so when they release the cell we go outside and tear into people and society giving living creatures hell. people are at the top of the list. We are insane in our asylum of sin, this is where we dwell. Locked in a private cell, so we can't kill, so we can't escape through violence, they don't lock us in prison, it would be far to convinent for us to feed the hunger, to bleed the people who are breathing blunders. Police action, constant surpressed action, anger growing, hate extending into our hearts, punctureing all thats left. When we are set free, we will start, make this society bleed, we'll cut into it, leaving a new name, a new part. Personal asylum we lay, resting inside a cage, everyday. Private cells, in which we dwell, insanity builds, hate rises, flames burning higher and higher, pyros, viruses, murders of men, killers of air that we breath so thin. Angels are our prey, Demons on display, we are objects of amusement, subjects of abuse, we are what they fear, we are what they keep locked away, hidden from public sight, so only the Doctors of mental diagnostics can come near. |
