(no subject)
I feel only spite for this life of false self-sacrifice where you claim there is no price that will make you fight until night for the right cause.
You see a love for pain has been labeled lame and considered the bane of all existence when really your strain is only for personal pleasure rather than resistance.
There is no eye for the I that always asks why as if any answer would satisfy your desires.
So let us just leave it where it lay perhaps hope for better days and try to understand the decay of this foolish way.
For if the lord doth command it than I shall expand it in his name until my power is never slandered.
That is the path that comes last and often first much too fast in this land where one must be ruled by the other's idea of righteousness.
This shall not end nor never bend for as long I can send out my eternal hatred for your race through my fingers...
You see a love for pain has been labeled lame and considered the bane of all existence when really your strain is only for personal pleasure rather than resistance.
There is no eye for the I that always asks why as if any answer would satisfy your desires.
So let us just leave it where it lay perhaps hope for better days and try to understand the decay of this foolish way.
For if the lord doth command it than I shall expand it in his name until my power is never slandered.
That is the path that comes last and often first much too fast in this land where one must be ruled by the other's idea of righteousness.
This shall not end nor never bend for as long I can send out my eternal hatred for your race through my fingers...