Where is the person that could have been. Who, what took over, when did the end begin. Should we not prepare for the uncertain. Mysteries of our life, of our destiny.
Incarcerated-Begin New life. Your Virgin Ass is thrown in a cell. Your Home is Now Behind Bars. The Land of Homos is Where You Dwell. . Your former life has ended.
Bestiality commited By their Mother. Pillaged, Raped By their father. Born and Raised for Sexuality. Incest within - is Reality. A Son Not Wanted to carry His Name.
The new prophets have arrived.. The new prophets have arrived.. Let this be the battle cry for all these unlawful crowned heads.. They masquerade themselves as the bringers of freedom..
Out of the deeps of a human life distress works its way. It promiscously tears. everybody's mind and bowels out. An idea with no remorse. It carries human.
Just like every July, Scott with his buddies and his girlfriend camped out in. the forest. They left Willengton for a couple of days and plunged into the.
Your body starts to putrefy. Your limbs starts to putrefy. From your skin pus flows down. Innards are still fermenting. Your body can't breathe and speak.
Foul weather behind my window. Fatigue on my eyes. I'm so much afraid of this world. That I thought I would do it now. . I lay down upon the clouds of pleasure.
Love to me was to be something. More when it came to you. . Forever filling a void. Something I cannot avoid. Everytime I'm put together. I'm being destroyed.
Via the paths of the four winds. Through the icy valleys and hills. They came led by two ravens. The messengers from the hall of the slain. . Warriors of a thousand battles.
set against these hardest hours. anger paled, for in this fear. the theft of privacy. we all see it break sometimes,. see it tear us apart. that which left behind.
Mental Blindfolds on. Early on the fascination intense. How to discern just where right belongs. . Something has got to give. These things I just don't want you to see.
Disaffected, left to internal struggle. let ring with the cries of disaccord. They told of outposts firm as trees. Whispers laid no basis for. the plunge to the chasm depths.
Scars torn open. Bondage slave. Eating my wrists. A thrust that numbs the pain. . Secondary now the instinct. Thrust beyond control. Chaotic, are the tracks before me.
scattered throughout now. indefinite form. willed to find strangers. in the wickedest state. when it comes upon you my friend. fear not - it makes us men.
Follow then rain into the end of paradise. where the eternal dark's crying so near. cold wind plays with my minds. when the fog appears and lovely words.
Music: Hertrich/Winkler. Lyrics: Hertrich/Winkler. And I seek sweet favours carved in gold. And I bare the light my breath to hold. Early seen unknown, but known too late.
the hours are slipping by. i stare into the night. into my deep blue sea. of unforgotten memory. i paint your face. into my mind. and kiss your tears away.
In the fire of the sunken sun. fast as ravens, bullets, thoughts I run. I inhale the golden oil. and I fear forever darkness. Nights come, bringing snow.