I now have seen all the horrors of mankind, and I let my emotions feed
on them, absorb their gloomy powers, extracting the essence of the
pureness and beauty of these actions They stimulated me in exploring
virginal regions of my most hidden layers of awarness And now I caress
these bleak images of fading life and fearing screams of anguish,
illuminating my newborn creativity
Thus, see here!
There is no doubt that violence is monarch of the planet and love is a
mere addition to the divinity of carnal play And a combination of both
powers will result in a pleasuring spree of merciless rage, resulting in
the climax of death
And with the newborn eye within my paranoid mind, I glance upon the
limitless number of possibilities of individual armageddon, with an
equally limitless number of variations And once I've chosen my path,
the imaginary turns into organic
With the gift from the reaper I sporadicly evolve into this state of
unstoppable death, grinning at the faces of my victims laying bleeding
in the filthridden earth And I invent yet another ingenious way to
conquer the creators ultimate gift to humanity: the illusion of live
"From the dust of Terra we were made, and to Her we must return" And
then my absent mind comes back again
Thus, see here!
There is no doubt that violence is monarch of the planet and love is a
mere addition to the divinity of carnal play And a combination of both
powers will result in a pleasuring spree of merciless rage, resulting in
the climax of death
No living soul would dare to cross the paths in the moments of my
sentient revocation of "mankind's greatest unknown mystery", since I
would be leaving only a spectre of their existence to dwell the
terrestrial continents