Thunders of hatred
Lightning scarlet in the fog.
And the oppresion comes down as
The blckend cloak of death upon
Life worm like Human.
Cdude or better purification
Waiting for extiction of these sub-humans
A brain burnt into a crisis of hysteria
And intolerance
Discovering new words of pervert
Experiments of blasphemy
My soul blackens
And slowly forgetting its essence
Becomes nothing
I am a composition of bones and flesh
Not understanding why I am here
Constantly hearing the noise of life
And the happines of blind.
I can see. I can choose. I am oblivion.
Where desires gather hundreds.
Come visit the eternal hall of fire.