The blade feasts!
It drinks from the bounty.
That spills forth,
And soaks the floor.
Lost to the wind
Twisted and split
This vortex of contention.
It grips all
And kills!
Tarnish the earth no longer!
And be
Silent forever!
A slow death -
As you deserve.
To feast on utter decay -
This will be the path
Of all your words,
And all your deeds...
Death - as you fucking deserve.
A swift decision,
Deserves a painful consequence.
You slit the throat
Of all the traitors
Who won't condescend.
You will speak softly
to death.
Gluttonous, I descend
Feasting on the river of strife.
Its pure waters,
Infested.
And with clouded vision,
I step forward,
To further drown myself in her water.
The lash of her waves is an agonizing whip!
Against swollen skin.
A blistering explosion,
Of extreme pleasure ….
and pain!
- as you fucking deserve.
A swift decision,
Deserves a painful consequence.
To slit the throat
Of all you traitors
Who can't comprehend!
You will speak softly to death.
Step back or disappear!
You've pulled me down
and crushed my head
with your heel.
To speak your mind
Does not reflect strength.
Only change escapes:
Death
equals Dogma
equals Death
equals Dogma
equals Death.
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