Ripping, tearing, distorying.
Forever rending the fabrics of life.
Walking in shadows,
And preying on weak.
Turning the world on the spindle of hate.
Slowly devolving the systems of love.
A parasitic attack.
Harsh and cold as death.
Yet, soft and tempting as the blood rose.
Sudden assults on the unthinking,
Killing the mindless masses,
Slaugthering those deamed unworthy.
Burning, it happens.
The pain blinding and absolute.
The sight of greatest cruelity,
The sight of a forsaken.
Run, run far, there shall be no escape.
Ever does it hunt those that refuse to serve.
Etched into the souls of the light,
The greatest of darkness is kept.
Waiting and watching.
Tasteing and savoring.
Death's dear playmate.
Once again set free.
Rivers of blood.
Trails of corpses.
Silence in force.
Punished for sin.
Decapation and amputations alike.
The horrors know no bounds.
Loose on the world it stalkes.
Take as it pleases.
Feasting where it likes.
In the home of families,
Claiming it's own rights.
Rape and murder, for none are safe.
Sheds of skin.
Necklances of hearts.
Tattered limbs of clothing.
Never does it rest,
In it's quest of rage.
Looking for that which is lost.
Yet hope lives on,
Locked in the heart of a youth.
He does fight the pain.
Stands against the beast.
Spareing for the peace of a world.
Standing through the rains of blood.
The war continues,
Back and forth, back and forth.
Tides turning at every match.
Will breaking fights,
And bodies that resist the temtation to falture.
Clashing with the force of Gods.
Slowly it goes,
Endlessly slauthering,
Endlessly saving.
Seeking the lost,
Seeking the peace.
WOW, glad I got that out of my system..... yeah............. Kinds creppy, but cool, in a twisted way.
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