Landmine Marathon
Steadfast Hate
The grey. Away. Crawling out from under the greysprawling bodies will waste away the cycle is starting itwill emerge clutch a flask of ash. The illusion of sentimentburied with contempt convince them all to repent. Cycleof flames on flesh cycle of pain to rage cycle the fall of fatebreak the cycle of hate. Stop the heart of common guiltby letting go of common filth born dead with virgin eyesleave them to their own demise. Fightingcomprehension in one dimension living censored livescaging opened eyes. Censored day after day until myvoice gives way
From Letras Mania