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Chaotic cause
written by Genocide Reaper06:57 AM 2/12/05| Give up the hollow meaning you have. Take that razor to the space below your ears, this I'm sure you little fucking preachers will hear. The blood spilling to the floor, the sound of the jugular opening we shall adore. Feed your blood to the cause called chaos, sell your soul in your suicide. Wage on into the war. Rage on with wrath. Follow the allocated path. Place the idols onto the splitting stump, take the hammer to the statue's, smash the passion in a fallacy. Manifest inside yourself a Crucifix decapitated, this should be in your dreams, vividly depicted. Brutally reigns supreme. That's why you give it the Axe, the hate, the love for sheer destruction and devastation, the lust for death and to watch suicidal fools slit their wrist. Trust is an option only fools keep, pride is a power only the wise reap. Slice those veins fall in love with the pain. The bleeding is bliss. The sheep which surround you equal to that of piss. Remember that ravens of the night, as you carry out the chaotic cause, the fight. |
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