Our culture has been forged with tireless effort,
To make this 'Master Race.'
Purging the ranks - get rid of the weak.
An army without a face.

Solitude breeds suicide.
You're not alive, nor you dead,
and the only thing that breaks the silence..
Are the sadist whispers, ripping through your head.

This hatred is burning.
The demon seed implanted in my core,
Pains me to no end.
It'll destroy me until I am no more.

With every act of anger.
With every thought of hate.
Everyday we're slowly dying,
And a closer grave is all we create.

Restore our lives.
The 'light' they claim can 'cure'
But who would want to be made,
Whole and pure?

Save yourselves first.
Then worry about the others.
Hipocrites! YOUR way of life is tainted,
As darkness corrupts your brothers.

Wherever there's light, there is shadow.
In the shadows, darkness breeds.
You're fighting a futile war.
In my solitude, I wait - and bleed.

Take no prisoners.
It's raining blood.
It's raining hopelessness.
Emptiness is a drug.
Smoke this drug and let,
the euphoric lonliness get you high.

Everyday we are living.
Everyday we are dying.
Yet we fancy ourselves eternal.
There is no salvation for the damned.


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Khepary, in the year 185 MA.