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The world. The vision.
written by Genocide Reaper08:21 PM 3/28/05Fall with me into Hellfire.
The stack of dead bodies keeps getting higher.
May decadence reign supreme, that is my desire.
Lavish in the fountain of life, as it turns red.
Layers upon layers of the castle wall filled with the dead.
The stench flows swiftly, through the air.
It lingers in your nostrils without a care.
Death is near.
Hell is here.
Have no fear.
Shed not a tear.
Combat is life.
Battle is love.
Hatred shall forever be shown.
Brutality will be forever known.
Sword shred the flesh lacking armor.
Hearts felt by spear heads.
Death before dishonor.
Burn alive before you run away.
Up in the sky, the scorched angels cry.
Floating ashes falling only to die.
Demons below, impaled.
Demons above, fall to their graves.
This race of doom and death shall not become slaves.
Look down Lord in Hellacious Heaven above.
To this soul express his love.
Watch as the blood fills the grove.
Mother-Earth is fed her children.
Hell's heel is slit.
Heaven's sword is dent.
The human race is spent.
Gray clouds swirl in the red sky.
The pale moon ghost into Heaven and earth.
Hell is lit by a blue fiery torch.
Into the air we all go.
The risen sun turns gold.
It takes up the sky.
One last flash.
Into the land of the dead, fighting for redemption.
This is the world, this is the vision. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by lostlove5050 (3-28-2005 - 09:12 PM)
| wow...that's really dark but i like it...keep up the good work |
by dontwannastop86 (3-28-2005 - 09:37 PM)
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