To whom it concerns. With the publishment of this new poem we shall now commence Operation Counterstrike. Burning light streams through a broken window, Shining truth into a broken room, In a broken house, [(hoarse whisper) Welcome Welcome to this broken life of mine] The sun sets and freedom comes The lust for blood overwhelms [(hoarse overlapping screaming)HATE DEATH BLOOD] Welcome Welcome Welcome to this broken existence, You see this time, What you have done, But it is too late, This monsters inside has broken free [(whisper)you better start running now, Don’t look back and just keep running, (increasing volume)For I am coming now, To collect the souls you have stolen From all the young broken ones, (shout)YOUR LIFE IS MINE] Ahahahahaha Now you see do you? Now you beg me for life, Well where were you, When I was begging you, What was it you said? Oh, yes, “Your only future is death” So my dear, Here is my answer, Death is what awaits you, Upon my wings of darkest hate and despise.
Posted on: Tue, 17 Sep 2013 15:51:35 +0000
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