I condemn you
to a life of untreatable disease;
boils and fever,
fire and shame.
I curse you
to a death of indescribable pain;
spewing arteries
and obliterated bone.
The feeling of the first drops
of blood on my knuckles,
blood on my teeth and tongue.
Lapping in the carnage,
savoring the crime.
And let it not be the last,
like a nymph enthralled by its rape.
Sever ascension and bask
in the lowest of all acts.
Angels are in need of bondage,
bastards are in need of pain.
Beating the broken
as a demonstration of power.
The glorious revelation of violence.
I relate only to solitude,
sentience is irrelevant.
If time and place
should grant me the chance,
without any other eyes or ears to perceive,
I want nothing more
than to pin you by your throat
and slowly drive a blade beneath your sternum.
To leech you of your humors,
to watch the whites of your eyes
grow with panic.
Darting back and forth,
searching for familiarity,
for a shred of “humanity”.
Mucus frothed lips contort
useless flailing becomes weaker as you pale.
Forever emulating the foolish,
reigning over the insecure.
Samson option,
all slaughter within my radius.
Malice aforethought,
abandonment of proportionality.
A Masada mentality
by force of arms.
When rebellion can't be incited,
slay the sheep and burn the wool.
No world without the self,
thus all worlds bear an end.
No deterrence strategy,
supersede all doctrine.
Destruction of temple and earth,
mass retaliation and glorious death.
First to break first use.
May nothing be extended forever.
Envisioning all demise
to eradicate common rule.
I relate only to solitude,
sentience is irrelevant.
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Krallice reinventing their sound while still retaining their signature quirks.fantastic album, a wavering, beautiful mess that engulf the listener. Gata Vrangr