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Scream at my creed
written by Genocide Reaper08:51 AM 1/2/05| Scream, blaspheme my creed, I shall aid the pagan, with a strong reason. For they all attack those different, and I fight for those with power to stand alone, even if they cold to the bone. I'll say what my mind wishes to speak, do not mistake my kindness for a lack of strength only a fool would call it weak. Thousand of graves dug six feet deep. All of these powerful secrets I shall keep, and the prosperity of my fight I shall reap. All of these dreams seep into my soul, even as I sleep. Awake and not alone, with the greatness of the music I hear, I shall fill the night with the scent of blood and sweat, tears stream down the face of those that deny me my rights. These hymns are for the dubbed demons and vampires, left out in the cold, drenched by the freezing rain. We all will rise up against the deceivers and nonbelievers, I give unto you a power of pride, I offer you nothing more than a free ride, to say what you want, and do as you please. This my friends is not a joke or tease. All of those that line up and stand against us shall fall, as they hear us in a blood curdling call! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Psychoace (1-2-2005 - 08:54 AM)
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