Scattered remnants lay in wait,
seeking a past that was dead last.
Forever to dwell within the catacombs of sin,
over the hills, with millions killed, nothing like it, but the burning sun.
Death overflowing in every city,
lack remorse, mercy and even pity.
crucified clones nailed to crosses,
each one done in by a rebel of the ruthless revolution,
furious fools seek a solution,
tears fill the streets in honor of the on coming convolution.
Rats, maggots and worms, tearing into decomposing carcasses.
crows tearing at the crucified, watching whole heartedly are death’s eyes.
focus on the withering flesh, sun dried, all dead, those who love the lie.
taste bitter turmoil on your tongue, feed yourself every meaningless thing,
but that which you should actually learn,
still sitting upon the brimstone alter in flames it does burn.
breath taking moments of malicious magnitude.
all hail hate as it pushes into souls with great fortitude. |
