Sex, pain, hate, sodomy, sin, greed, lust, fate.
All of this is part of the world we didn’t create.
Living in this cell, a birthed planet, from a decadent deed.
We strive in this Hell.
The one named Earth.
Forever we reside with our psychotic ties.
To aid one another the Society of sin.
Holding out a blood stained hand, to pull up our kin.
The blood relation of lore and rejection.
Pushed aside by those blinded by the lie of confession.
Forgiveness is miles away.
Unless you make your sacrifices today.
Lay it upon the alter, and raise the blade.
Push it down, and push it deep.
Blood spills to the floor.
Feeding the whore.
The Demon’s within are our feed.
Using their strength and pain to our advantage we shall bleed.
Never forget your sins become you.
Never lose sight of that which you brought.
Keep a hand upon your own rose.
Or some one else, may find it, and pluck each petal.
Claim it, then leave it in a dead pose.
This is our Apathetic Anarchist Anthem of Annihilation.
Read it well, and keep it in thou heart with full hard-core dedication. |
