Desecrate
Twist your mind into dimensia
thoughts of sin, of those you hate
burning thier lives in stride
Follow me to the end
to the darkest hour
behold the hallowed cries
scorching chambers
children's cries
a mere burning flesh tomb
Shattered bones of fallen foes
never more to deceive
faces ablaze with hate
challengers to the death
forever to be seen
Hail to thee
broken, beaten
hailed for eternity
follow me to the darkest place
in our darkest hour
away from the cries
away from the screams
away from this everything
just alittle sotin a scribbled on a note pad one day. Not sure exactly what it's about, feel free to interpret as you like, but something along the lines of just wanting to escape from the mess that is life, but you just can't sometimes. I think the feeling of anger and angst really shine through without ruining the writing itself.
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