If there is no soul or heart inside me, what moves me if not hate and darkness ? In a world of decay, he who carries the fire of demise is king on is own sadistic throne, covered with skin and bones of the weak and the eyes of the prophets !!
Aging words from withering, cruel, vicious, ill spirited times roam free on my mind, reaping, crushing, tearing this world apart!
Destruction will bring creation, an impure, blood thirsting creation of wrath !
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