… truly, truly this is the end.
the all consuming cancer's dead.

you are weak and we know it well
your years were spent within this cold, dark cell
thy mouth gapes open but there is no scream
the nightmare is over, you may begin to dream
there was no glory in thy futile war
can you smell victory while rotting on the floor?

nothing to heal your wounds today
cursed be thy voice (be still, be still) OBEY!
there’s nothing you can do, nowhere to flee
here, have some blood
enjoy the aftertaste of lost mortality.

he is ready
dead already

we are here
to tear down hope
to bash it down
and vomit it’s blood
we are here
to dehumanize.






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