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In the end
written by Genocide Reaper12:10 PM 3/30/05This is for the freaks, the rejects, the fuck ups, the heretics, the ones that don’t give a fuck what you think.
For the sinners, the loners, the so called losers.
The real winners of the war.
Those doing what they have to, just surface.
Just to make it through.
We’ll feast on the carnage of rage.
We’ll be the ones to take the lead.
In death we shall reign.
Forever more, supreme!
Brutality is our hitch.
Fear is for a bitch.
Fight on, live strong.
Kick ass, kick back, watch life pass.
Sip on some blood, show your demon some love.
Give them Hell.
Give them hate.
Give them pain.
Give them a proud story to tell.
Bleed here with me in this battle.
Stand straight against the cattle.
For it is those who oppose us that will be baffled.
As we fathom warfare.
Creating for them, another living nightmare.
Decadence rises to the summit.
Merciless murder, we commit.
Push onward until they submit.
In the end.
We’ll stare down at their graves.
In the end.
We’ll have our proof we’re not slaves.
In the end.
We’ll reign supreme.
In the end.
We’ll have our dreams.
In the end.
We’ll have our creeds.
In the end.
Victory will be our seed.
In the end.
We’ll feed.
In the end.
They will look in retrospect and wish of taking heed. |
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by Misery (3-30-2005 - 06:05 PM)
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