If I am not, surprised to be here again,
then you can wear around your throat, my stain,
a rope it should be, tightened perfectly,
until all breath fades slowly.
Eyes roll into the back of your fucking skull,
idiotic sheep, dare fuck with the great psychotic!
I’ve got something here to be mulled,
its called my pure hatred for you and your false brotherly love!
Bow down, break down, torn in two,
Here I am fuckers, I’m gunning for you.
Bow down, nailed down, onto the cross as your lord,
Here I am fuckers, coming for you!
What a day, another sheep in my way,
the book you so proudly hold high in belligerence,
is leading me into nothing but a debauchery loving moment.
These type of situations never end well,
and if you don’t like my style, then I’ll see you in Hell.
I fear you not!
For I know in the end we both shall rot!
There is an after life!
The great one you’ll never see!
You kept bringing antagonizing hostility!
Hit the road, or eat a shotgun load,
lead will be in your head,
laid out for fucking with me, bleeding all over dead!
Bow down, or be broken!
Give in! Or be beaten!
Lay down your spiteful testament or have a blade buried in your heart!
Timeless pain will only be the start! |
