He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Pull Harder On The Strings Of Your Martyr


The face and the lips tremble as it rips
Your breath quickening as heat rushes in
Pull harder on the strings of your martyr
Stop you cry that's a lie
Flush gasping white reddening
You smile and destroy it- it's time that we end this
It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings
Clawing the skin each kill your weakness
Annihilation your masturbation- tyrant, I'll burn you down

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