Burn The Priest Resurrection -9
Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past.
Obfuscates the self mind,
ripped it away. Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun
god. I think not,
serpent get thee behind me. Eradicated your somnambulant
enigma. This field
has lain fallow, won't erode, won't soak up the sediment
from your poisoned
mind. No, I won't soak up your misery, won't soak up your
weakness, won't
soak up your banality. Taste vanadium, wide awake
realizing what you've
done. Taste the frost, you chose your own death you know
that you choose
well. I hate myself but not as much as I hate you. Tear
yourself down.