• In the vast rapid waters of chaos
    There is a black pearl that sits upon velvet of the deepest red
    A complex orchestra of violent screams is the overture to your dread
    All of mankind in all of it’s forms has the decaying dead in its stead
    This is as if your very worst nightmare and inscrutable pain where wed
    Human flesh is twisted in exchange for thirty pieces of silver
    The future of mankind is wrought by blood cultured on the tongues of wicked men
    And all your tendons snap as these geldings from hell pull your body apart with archaic vigor
    These pristine beasts have more than one thing in common with you in the end
    A maelstrom of acidic bile dissolves your skin as if it were paper
    This caustic discharge rips through your muscles and sinks into your internal organs
    Your vocal cords snap and what comes out of your lips is not a scream but a death rattle
    You convulse and seize and bite off your own tongue and swallow quart after quart of your own blood
    You vomit into your own mouth which is already clenched shut by the frenzied throws of your seizure
    The vomit and blood mix in your mouth and you choke on the taste of clotting blood and stomach acid
    On the surface of your mind you are begging for mercy
    But underneath in your shadow you are squirming and squealing with pleasure
    If you were not so much like the pristine beasts that are tearing you apart you would be stiff with masochistic joy
    And the fact that you can’t only makes you enjoy it more
    This revelation is both the worst and best moment of your life
    And your severed vocal chords manage a whimper
    And the mangled stump that once separated you from the pristine beasts manages to release
    My children have been raised on hatred
    And if given the chance they would enslave angels
    They would conquer heaven and soak the hallowed grounds with holy blood
    I would never be so proud of the little ********
    I might just congratulate every last one of them by breaking their necks
    And then cracking open their bones and sucking out the marrow
    At the very least we’ll celebrate by strangling every infant in sight
    Just so that the first lesson they learn is that might makes right
    I am the twisted urges that sit in the back of your mind
    I am every thought that you are disgusted with yourself for having
    But imagine just how sick you will be when I tell you the real truth
    I am without a doubt the only real part of you.