Wrath gave life to the serpent in my
Stomach
Wrath gave life to the scorpion in my
Brain
Wrath gave life to the devil in my spirit
My spirit gave life to the wrath in
Heaven
Current brings my wrath
Biting flesh
Sacred principle abused by my evil mind
To send all the hypocrite souls to hell.
In snakepit
In scorpionvenom
In witch-ball
In infinite fear
Is bereavement
Let it burn its mark onto your skin
Let pain mirror all minutes
Of true wrath
Blindness in your eyes
Blood breaks up from your lungs
Let it become the sea of evanescence
Power is the curse
That’s waiting for you now
Black lines of ancient words
Slowly-slowly
Ripping dead flesh off your bones
Metal gets colder in the flesh
It’s becoming a new weapon
To piecre a hole into your soul.
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