The Knife Brutus Held Now I know how Ceasar feltStabbed by the knife Brutus heldYou were treated as a friend - a brotherAnd you really returned the favorYour timely death will come alongTrust me, it wont be that longI can't keep up with all the dreadEmotions filled with anger and hatredNever bank on what they say is trueEmpty words unleashing hell upon youYour timely death will come alongTrust me, it wont be that longYou are the perfect enemyMasked as a friendly entityYou use friendship as your shieldTongue as your weapon, now I bleedYour timely death will come alongTrust me, it wont be that longTheres no use in thinkingWhile
Two Sides of a Coin LoveA sword piercing through the heart.PainA silent delight of dread and misery.Nightly the cold comesPiercing the heartBurning the soulFalling through the depthsOf Hell and all.Taking the bodyConsuming the mindReaping the entrailsand organs galoreOf this tired shell in kind.We submitWe then giveAnd then we failBeginning our suffering anew.Repeating the mistakes before.LifeA game we play which we always lose.DeathA coward's way of ending things.We try to perceiveAnd then comprehend.Life dealt its cardsWe must play throughOr accept the facts we abhore.Her crescent descendsLeaving us bit
Between Trickles In your head you screamLetting out the insanities within.Then you tightened your grip holding onTo the last piece of your broken self.Shout to the deepestCaverns of Hell descend upon your own.Drops of blood trickle between your legsLife now lost the unborn sacrificed to death.
The Trial Walk away nowFor you are no longer needed!We are the new necessityThe new pantheon- You are but false gods Pretentions and lies covering the truth! You mask yourselves with hope But enslave those who believe.For they are the birth-giver!Called us forth,They needed usAnd enslaved themselves before us! And yet you continue To let them be of such-Look who is talkingYou call yourself the All-FatherBut you heeded them to sacrificeYou taught them to butcher!You taught them to kill!You taught them their undoing! For it is the necessity!
Sta.sh
