Prodding blunt lances of hate,
take that syringe,
no blood runs through these vains.
Let's see what you find in this empty mind.
Follow this pre-apocalyptic bridge,
untill you meet the edge,
There you will be I and you,(not you and I.)
for I will be the master,
you the disgrace.
My slithering rage for your race,
This time, don't be so blind.
Kneeling down to me now,
will give you the heinous smite down the edge.
Don't you see,
I have acquired my destiny.
Through a conquered heart,
it's meaningless for your act to start.
For the more,
crawling with fathoming rage,
starting this post-apoclyptic melodic scream,
this wrenching terror, ( Of just my simple minions tearing at your virgin flesh, flames engulf you. Isn't it wonderful? )
My blood tugs to see you cry that ruby river,
trip yourself into my unknown,
can't wait to see your existance deplete,
into nothing but history of what's obsolete.