| Freezing to the bone, cold all the way to the soul. Immune to damage, perviece to lies. Standing like a fortress with walls of bones, Skulls like the tops of trees, vines of wrapped around rib cages. Decaying decapitated bodies lay in waste. This is just a small taste of Chaotic power breeding in warfare. Count down to domination. You couldn't present a truth if your balls were at stake, the grave constantly calls your name. Doing nothing more than placing blame. Here is the bravery in death, killing for the kindred of my kind, hidden is the message, but through blood shed battles the spirit will find. Refuge in wrath. For this is the warriors chosen path. Accelerating disaster, bow down, praise the master. Meaningless words you have spoken are jotted down, to become a mockery. You are now and forever broken, a beaten dog, a defeated soul, a loss to a nameless cause. Just holding nothing, not even your ground. BREAK AND RUN! like cowards do, you couldn't kill even if it was going to be the end of you! Jesting aloud I scoff the armed crowd. Fearless in the face of death, for the Reaper is the only savior. The God of one, the God of all, the God of war, the God of peace, the God of love, the God of hate. Bestows upon the brave more than a evenly dug grave, for me, all has been saved, for you, all is lost, burned you are, your lesson soon, you shall learn, as you become mobile upon your belly, slithering around, a snake without fangs, a dove without wings. Prey, the true victimized! |
