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Dead skin fortune
written by Genocide Reaper03:08 PM 2/15/05| Pale dead skin, stretched over a wall, written in blood upon the texture are all past sins. Darkened eyes staring through the holes in your mind. Into the gate ways, in the closest where your demonic soul hides. Such deviance, and defiance, such an evil fucking presence, lavishing in darkness and violence. Its the only way to feel! its the only way to be! Flesh ripped from the back that holds the world in place, hands bleeding from the grip that waits. In time all souls will be consumed and raped. Ravaging madness bleeding into the world, the wound of wickedness will not heal, it shall never scab over and hide all the creatures of sickness that are real! The darkness has already begun to engulf everything around, the dead have already started grabing ankles and pulling the confused into the ground! Stars falling from the sky, penetrating the earth, into houses and buildings, yes people, meet their death. Skeletons pull the rope. The bell tolls for thee! it tolls for us all! The sins of mankind soon shall have our backs against the wall! No where to run, no where to hide. All the ties we made, that eternally bind! The rumbling opens the ground, a giant river of lava under foot sucking down fools down into burning soot! Even angels are kicked from the clouds in Heaven into the heated hate filled HELL! Every bow down, hit your knee's and start to praise, the bringer of chaos, the creator of death, the spreader of hate, and giver of fate is here! Everyone live in fear! Every pray for mercy and make it clear! |
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