Self indulgence Through Self Destruction

Self indulgence Through Self Destruction

Our Demons reveal the skies of crimson...

Screams everywhere!!!

Vile are the children of Christ!

I bathe in the blood of our enemies...

Revulsion overtakes me...

Asphyxiation of the soul...

Mortal death comes..

As the flesh falls as well as your essence from your meaningless shell...

Lifeless and empty are the eyes of the damned...

Callous am I for I lust for the pain of,

wretchedness and self destruction!

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