A mind of a chaos machine
An ocean of thought
Forever churning
To
Once again a glimmer
of hope burns away
Another part of me
rots
A year has passed since the funeral
The smell of rotten
Here - there is no light
Here - there is no
A man empty of life
Bleeding
His tongue tasteless,
his eyes blind
Judge him
Enter the fields of rape Your final place in time
When
There's a devil in the mirror
The shit lice come writhing
Witch-song
A dirty storm cloud
A murky darkness
Disaster
Grief
A whole ocean of tears
Ther
Kick aside the slaughtered lamb
Spit in the face of the
intruder
With ice in his breath
And fire in his stride
Pagan shadows
Take a ride
Roll with me
Feeling good sitting with all them
From our mouths comes fire
The last star has fallen to
Visions
Of the apocalypse
A deep red vortex
Burned the sky
And mankind lies
Visions, evil
Fire, sculpture
Souls, turds
Vomit, silence
Distorted
Ripping, bas
Vicious nature
Gripped in snarling vice
No love for the equal
Only a
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