Who am I to deny these wicked lambs of sanctuary? A tainted shepherd, praised with constricted hands to paint the stairway. Let me bear your burden, my wretched child. Fathering this bastard flock, corrupted, preaching denial. A serpentine docket of clandestine design. Poisoned with uniform thoughts, this winding scripture of mine. Wrought within my conjecture of time, the confines of my picture divine. A collective loss adding to my selective gain. To be marched in rows, an indoctrination insane. A collective deception to my perception. Unburdened by genius since my conception. Images of euphoric perfection fueling the deceit. Units upon a grid to degrade and deplete. Stripped of identity and thrust into the pool. With the waters too muddied to separate the fools. A serpentine docket of clandestine design. Malicious, deceptive, built to ensnare the mind. With eyes blank the monotonously recite their pledge. Speaking, thinking, all in perfect step. Behind the curtain against our will. We mindlessly attend the surreal. Witnessing the machinery as it sculpts A perversion of what seems to be. Assemble, dissemble. Build upon lies. A minority of minds serving as your guise. You coward, weakened inside. I’ll stave off suicide just long enough to watch you die. I won’t rest until I’ve assured those like you are led to slaughter. I will divest your status, your name, your wealth, your power. A lone wolf, assuming control without the need for conquest. Free of this cult, damned to be alone till my final hour. A serpentine docket of clandestine design. Malicious, deceptive, built to ensnare the mind. With eyes blank the monotonously recite their pledge. Speaking, thinking, all in perfect step. Assemble, dissemble. Build upon lies. I’ll stave off suicide just long enough to watch you die. Behind the curtain against our will. We mindlessly attend the surreal. Witnessing the machinery as it sculpts A perversion of what seems to be. Avaricious, mendacious. Unadjusted to the scenery. Your position is diminished as our herd is darkening into blackened sheep. Behind the curtain against our will. We mindlessly attend the surreal. Witnessing the machinery as it sculpts A perversion of what seems to be. Assemble, dissemble. Build upon lies. A minority of minds serving as your guise. You coward, weakened inside. I’ll stave off suicide just long enough to watch you die. Behind the curtain against our will. We mindlessly attend the surreal. Witnessing the machinery as it sculpts A perversion of what seems to be.

Down silver spoons spill the words; Through privileged lips deemed unworthy. Like growing maggots, your presence. Persistent and proud, forced and wrong. A mirror of the masses, antithesis of greatness. The blackened will crawl, the wounded will die. As we scrape the depths. We scrape the depths and find the emptiness is full. It’s fit to burst. Let the blood flow, Of the tyrant and the sycophantic masses. Drown the seas in crimson glory. And upon the thrones in which you sit, You’ll be cast down. And upon the thrones in which you sit, You’ll be cast down. I cannot grasp what I see. When will we have been pushed to the brink. Partaking in making our own kind bleed. Witnessing the self destruction of our beliefs. I cannot grasp what I see. When will we have been pushed to the brink. Partaking in making our own kind bleed. Witnessing the self destruction of our beliefs. I’ve seen my idols slain to this society as sacrificial lambs. And in this time, there are those who gaze down upon us and our wasted ruins With the power to end this all, yet they do nothing With the power to end this all, yet they do nothing Where there is faith, there are those who don’t believe. Among the blind reside those who can still see. And where there is doubt is where I’ll always be. You’ll have seen the glory of your end. A wretched king of any name shall slip and fall just the same We plan to bring down this house of cards upon your fractured thrones. Separation, they want us separated. Segregated, to be eliminated. Isolation going just as they planned. Integrated into this system so we can’t make a stand. Separation, they want us separated. Segregated, to be eliminated. Isolation going just as they planned. Integrated into this system so we can’t make a stand. Divide and conquer for a pleasant manifest. Separation, they want us separated. Segregated, to be eliminated. Isolation going just as they planned. Integrated into this system so we can’t make a stand. A mirror of the masses, antithesis of greatness. The blackened will crawl, the wounded will die. As we scrape the depths. A wretched king of any name shall slip and fall just the same We plan to bring down this house of cards upon your fractured thrones.

With these dreams I cannot feel my face. My life seems to be drifting in and out of pace. Why is this happening to me? All of these wicked thoughts seem to be controlling my mind. It is time, it is now. I feel myself connecting to the unreal, and slipping further into bitter fate. Is it the end that brings the truth, or is it worth killing for? I can feel it coming now as I’m ripping out my eyes. How come I cannot control it? Why can’t I deny the lies? Surrounded, spinning within walls of static. White noise pierces through my labyrinth. I’m in vertigo. It was created to kill, to spill the blood of the god-sent filth. The air that we breathe to survive is tainted with suicide. We all take pride in basking in incest and matricide. The scent of blood trains my nostrils. It leaves begging for a perversive release. I cannot remain an animal. You cannot control this disease. I am set free. It was created to kill, to spill the blood of the god-sent filth. The air that we breathe to survive is tainted with suicide. We all take pride in basking in incest and matricide. Oh my god, all this blasphemy. Torment seeping in and killing me. I adore all this heresy. Making amends through savagery. I am filled with pure hate. This is such a crisis of faith. The mirror before me tells lies, hell is not in my vile eyes This heretic blood within is a fast paced disguised. Wretched images bleed themselves themselves into my eyelids. Even in slumber the torment is inescapable. Oh my god, all this blasphemy. Torment seeping in and killing me. I adore all this heresy. Making amends through savagery. I am filled with pure hate. This is such a crisis of faith. In sleep I fantasize, that I have died. The weakest of links corroded effortlessly. Staring down the barrel through a consciousness that’s wrought within iron bars. Reality is a realm I visit, oblivious to the filth I witness. Just like you. A white canvass is filled with scarlet script. Resisting the existence of an atoning stasis. Sadomasochism, malicious amelioration. Supremacy released.

The art of barter has no affect on the heart of a martyr. Despite your pride, you’ll fall. I provide the judgement that’s bestowed upon you all. Change is no longer enough, we’ve been living in a dream. Justice measured in blood. Awakened, forsaken, obscene. Dusk sets on this putrid place. Where even the sun can’t cleanse the shadows. I awaken to the nocturne. The unforgiving blackness that encircles these winding streets. Looking back there must be something that we missed. Fixating on bliss, blinded to the risk, oblivious. The art of barter has no affect on the heart of a martyr. Despite your pride, you’ll fall. I provide the judgement that’s bestowed upon you all. Dusk sets on this putrid place. Where even the sun can’t cleanse the shadows. I awaken to the nocturne. The unforgiving blackness that encircles these winding streets. By dawn this world will know my face. The moon sets light to the waiting gallows. I retire as I burn the ever raging fires that illuminate my hellish deeds. Bare witness to the vivid images of this wicked sickness. Where innocence is stripped in guilt and filled with filth and ignorance. We spend our time meeting the demands of the unknown. Unaware of the hollow calls, exploiting your own home. Dusk sets on this putrid place. Where even the sun can’t cleanse the shadows. By dawn this world will know my face. The moon sets light to the waiting gallows.

I yearn to perceive the world between the truth that is, and the truth that we “need”. Obscured in clarity, proceeding vulgarity, gimmicked with impure sincerity. Cerebral occupation through utilized discipline. Physical deception through fertilized medicine. Social degradation with fallacious values mixed within. Analytical observation; nothing’s recognized (despite how dead it’s been). Malignant fiends don’t regard their destiny. Imagery schemed with contingents of fraudulent furnishings. Provoking failed trials for complacence. Illusive, enlightened to exist with stature. Evasive, ambiguous to our deleterious nature. Elusive, audacious amongst influence. Optimal illusion obtained by virtue of competence. With an agenda of propaganda used to prioritize. A false flag creed will plant the seed to minimize. Criminalizing doctrines with authority to justify. They’ll never be enlightened enough to glorify. Cerebral occupation through utilized discipline. Physical deception through fertilized medicine. Social degradation with fallacious values mixed within. Analytical observation; nothing’s recognized (despite how dead it’s been). Malignant fiends don’t regard their destiny. Imagery schemed with contingents of fraudulent furnishings. Provoking failed trials for complacence. Illusive, enlightened to exist with stature. Evasive, ambiguous to our deleterious nature. Elusive, audacious amongst influence. Optimal illusion obtained by virtue of competence. Love erased, fidelity and honesty raped. Life marginalized. Embedded in a casket with no escape. Realization of isolation welcomed inside. Revelations of limitations cease to abide. A eutopic dream that you watched die. And die it should.

On the eve of Armageddon we all live to hopelessly dream. Thriving on the concept of perfection oblivious to the reality we fail to see. Blindly following the miscellaneous redundant media. And the ridiculous views of politics. Our fate unfurls into a nightmare of terror. The failure to grasp the nature of our existence. Has damned ourselves into a pivotal extinction. Left with only an assemblance of acceptance. We still can’t see that this has come to an end. From the moment of birth we are destined to expire. Living in denial because there’s no truth for us to aspire. The truth is I will never be like you. For I have longed for this day to come. The day that you all rot in the pity of your own deceit. Beg for your lives to see if you are spared. But I know that it won’t make any difference. All of your prayers are meaningless. They only fall upon deaf ears. Look at the world to see all the damage that we have caused. And it doesn’t matter what we do because there’s no turning back. It’s irreversible. Now we all suffer. The failure to grasp the nature of our existence. Has damned ourselves into a pivotal extinction. Left with only an assemblance of acceptance. We still can’t see that this has come to an end. I’ve gone out of my way to study and observe our existence. Only to realize we’re on the path of a planned extinction. I recognize the look in your eyes that you lack acceptance. We still can’t see that this has come to an end. We had the opportunity at a chance of unity. But we couldn’t resist the thought of having all the riches bought. We can still defy this if we do not deny that we all must try. As we progress we digress and regress into this cesspool of stress. That we pledge to stand the test for us to profess that we can destroy what’s left. We still congress that we are blessed. With the ability that we can get all the rest. We must retrace our steps. I’ve gone out of my way to study and observe our existence. Only to realize we’re on the path of a planned extinction. I recognize the look in your eyes that you lack acceptance. We still can’t see that this has come to an end.