skjalff
Bluelighter
aight, since i can't come up with anything new, i'll post something I wrote when i was young, stupid and angry.. i get scared of myself when i read this shit.. fucking teenagers
couldnt help but alter it a bit...
you, the victim of age-old dreams
hit the ground pierced from behind
close your eyes and hear their screams
mocking you weak, injured and blind
relish your hours, born of the corpses
while your altars are gleaming pristine white
our child will come to level all forces
and the dead predator will open his eyes
the altar will crack at the foul offering
within its entrails you'll see your festering lies
see it, believe and look at your offspring
watch them and bleed as they suffocate in your cries
from under the ruins of hateful lands
ancient spires will shoot to the skies
built by those, whose hands were not stained
built for those who despise the lies
skjalff
couldnt help but alter it a bit...
you, the victim of age-old dreams
hit the ground pierced from behind
close your eyes and hear their screams
mocking you weak, injured and blind
relish your hours, born of the corpses
while your altars are gleaming pristine white
our child will come to level all forces
and the dead predator will open his eyes
the altar will crack at the foul offering
within its entrails you'll see your festering lies
see it, believe and look at your offspring
watch them and bleed as they suffocate in your cries
from under the ruins of hateful lands
ancient spires will shoot to the skies
built by those, whose hands were not stained
built for those who despise the lies
skjalff
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