Music: Trivium -> Ascendancy
Ending the world is about everything you ever thought about as reality. Wash your hands in the water of hate. Cleanse your hands. This is your last opportunity, take it or go around unwashed the rest of your life. My tongue is arousing. The erection is ahead of time. Take the wooden stick, put it inside you. Rage against the wind, feel my skin. . Matching the mines of purpose is like everything you ever longed after. Tragic friction of time, is the reason for life. Follow the deeds of mankind, plagiarise the world! Fill us with hate, fill us with suffering. As our bodies collapse by the burden, I can see a star shining in the sky. The ancient light is shining upon me. Why is the sky clear? Why is it dark? Consumed by darkness, blasphemy is your only friend. Bleeding edge of the time will clearly be the one to help you out the crisis of the earth. Hear! Listen to what I told you. I will never eave this potato behind! Never! It is the sacred potato of time.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment