| I feel this revealing rage, I am the blood stained page with a list of names, marked for death. I can feel this hate. I am this world burning alive, I am the drowning flames in your eyes. The prophet speaks of spiders in the night, and brutal fights, warfare without a care. Execution of contribution. Devestation of every single brain washed nation. Simulate the end, rebirth of the dark, deaths hand stands and you take one last breath, then fall to your knees and cry. Seeds of Death I plant and watch grow. Shades of wrath fall upon the world, and the Christian path. A Vengeful God shall come, and never pass. Eternal pain will rise and I shall loathe you all, and Love what I know is a jealious God call. May the ocean be posions, may the rain turn red, may you all sleep quietly, then bleed to death in your bed. Madness that remains, murder is what we gain. Anarchist unite and destroy the Governments and their toys. Terrorist fall to Hell, because they are cowards wrapped in a shell. Everyone slowly suffers, times meaning is pulled under. The Myths and lores are alive and now you all will die. Pray, cry, but blood rains from the sky. Your blood. |
