In this age of pitiful squandering… The cries of all those feeble cunts… Sickened by these tender hearted…..scum
With the jagged blade of cold sickening reality Torn now the skin of breasts, Of our mother of hope…and effete charities Cutting off all those bottom fed
The feeling of putting the needs of the many, Have broken under the strength of the few. The ones, who seek continuance, will find their ways, even struggle The ones, who seek their own eternities, will never fail
A forgotten sensation, feelings of pity, all have gone from life In a daily struggle, to keep the will forged strong and masterfully tempered… Endlessly toiling and becoming something that they never could have fathomed The pitiful caitiffs of humanity finally all left behind…..
Deeming the dissolution of all pitiful feelings the goal.. The wavering can only succumb to their end…..
The pain of the weak no longer felt…. Emotionless in the void Solace in the need to rape this unwilling whore Cared for no longer…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
