Reap The Impurities
Withershin
Spiteful and vile
I'll spit at your grave
I recreate your tragedy
As you strive for vie
You poison this land
Slithering little lamb
I despise you
I abhor you
A burden of crows
Stealing your endless crown
Engrossed by selfish grandeur
Ten shades of despair
An ominious glowing glare
Your mind, hollow and sunder
I despise you
I abhor you
I'm sworn to scorn
Harvest of flesh
Reap the impurities
A godless image
Depraved from the world
Nothing but endless, sickening thoughts
Hiding in clad of white disgusting mess
I revel in your glorious eternal misery
Repugnance my guiding light in this hell
The sixth circuit, impending, embracing
This world which you created, benighted
Sky of crimson the downfall of a dying world
Welcome to the end, nemesis infirmus
We hate you
We reject you
Reap the impurities