Blood thirsty savages
Blood thirsty savages drinking from the vat of death, souls of children clinging to their still beating hearts just excavated from the crimson cavity of their chests. Crack the rock upon the bone and rip open ribs, get the heart for the gods and offer the soul at their feet. Today we revel in the hunger, we triumph in the sacrifice. No single pure soul left alive. They will expiate our sins, dead and willingly submitting, innocence before the unquenching masses.
Come now all ye tired and weak, come now to the feast. We’ve killed the last of the kings, and burnt the final seed. Dust now shall we eat. Dead things will set us free.
See how they gloat and gossip, the corpse of another newly forgotten. Secret agents, spies, leeches on all our lives, hunting for a purpose, they extract crime without a cause. It moves the unholy machine that sets the awakened free. It turns underneath the ground, churning, burning, never done. How many dreams have been stolen? How many lives have been lost to fear?
Are you among the wretched? Among the rotten horde of whores? Getting fucked by demons vile, they cum with bloody tongues, chewing murder, eating lies. Do not give in to their terror, do not believe the sickness that colors their skies.
Watch out for soon they come, hunting the ever-young. Their hatred knows no limits, their spite blinds their senses. Everything that has been done, will die if their lust is won. Resist your petty bile, resist your acid slime. Do not give in to hatred or drink from the bloodied vat. Choose life and you will live, choose death and you will die.
The words of madness raving fire, blessed by God’s dark desire.