trying to find the lost hope of my emptiness
feeding on the life of others, and feeling no guilt.
My solders will find and kill all of the enemies,
as they crawl on their hands and knees,
they will be steped on.
creating and destroying
god will only eat your soul.
rotting away before your fears drive you
Embracing yourself for the nothing that you are.
the inspiration of nothing
now breath the bonedust of the morge
close your eyes and feel the drips
drip... drop... drip.... drop...
blood falls from the sky.
--> Cursed
don't mind this poem guys i was not all there... the acid got to me...
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