For it should be our mission to eviscerate the weak as we erase all forms of hatred under the guise of false light from this earth.
As worship must come from within, as love should be treated as the poison it truly is.
I yearn only to smell the decay as the screams of the entangled echo to serenade the night.
As I build a fortress within my mind, as I enjoy the sacrament of scarring the flesh.
I hold no remorse; therefore, I was never shackled by arcane logic of Gods and mortal men alike.
There is art even within murder, as the sheep gather and kill in the name of country and beliefs, as they just as easily rape the innocent for the fact to conquer what will not bow to their process.
History is forever mired with blood and violence.
A clown painted as a political swine stands upon a foundation of skulls.
As every pulpit is but a stage to worship a man, never a theory of ancient beliefs.
I see the battlefield for what it is, never another culture for what I can gain.
I poison only myself, never another.
Do not cross my borders, as Hell holds no dominion over my wrath or credit for my philosophy.
A lesson learned in violence is all I am willing to teach.
I need never to worry whom I cast a shadow upon,
for my ego was never weak enough for me ever to desire you to follow.
The darkness is the beauty that forever inspires
me.
