| Completly insane, gone into psychopathic rage, your misfitted into the wall, your dismal voice has a certain call. Turn the Page, spread the Rage, stand on Stage, prepare the scream, repair the Sheer thought of giving in. Giving up. Falling down, and selling out.. Whatever I touch must be real, whatever I kill I cannot Heal, When my Whole life becomes a blur with the sands of time, I ally with Deaths hands all with Mine..End of Anything that steps into my Reality, Fad to fuck with me is Overcompensated. Conceive the mere touch of a Rage filled Deity, Hate is the Strongest Obscenity, and its surely the Utter opposite of Virginity, love is Virgin. Who has Love? Who can remember seeing a Peace symbol like the Dove? Who was there when I held the Skull of the Angel and said. "Alas, forever more, the core of the Dead has Endeared to last." Sinking into the Black past, wreaking of the Hated Mass. My followers are right behind me, so Don't defy me, we're marching in.. We're at the gates. Go ahead and prepare to Surrender, or there won't be a second chance to "Join us." Now its that. Or Death. You choose. Fight against the inraged. Or fuse with the ultimate Amusment.. Stand your Ground and Feel the Sound of Blades rushing your Walls.. I'm a Psychotic God! Poet, Flow with it, Show it, Prove it, mask it, Re ask it. GOD! ABOVE SHOW ME THE LOVE! HAHAHAHAH! RAGE! Turn the page, heres the Bible according to me...The Devil, yeah, he's Jesus, Satan, yeah, she's Real.. My Ex wife.. How does that fit into your life? So if you pray, then I stay and if you beg, then you pay. IF you play with my Choices, then except the fate, if you feel the need. Go ahead, slice yourself and Bleed. Feel the True Towering power of the Soul being Devoured! |
