IRC-Galleria

I still got things that I believe in, integrity, pride & justice. You try to turn those into mockery, but I stand steadfast behind everything that I believe in, so every effort you make in order to strike me down only makes me want to fight harder.... Why do people start wars that they cant win... Sometimes kindness is mistaken for weakness... As god is my witness I´ll be there when your last words crawl out from your blood smeared mouth....
And when your whispers fade into the cold night, the tale of two lovers die. Never again will the moon bathe in the morning light...

My integrity still pure, my pride intact and justice served...

Your happiness means everything to me, as long as you are happy I´m happy....

My heart just fucking broke again wrong whore wrong words....fuck her, slit your throath, cut you open, now I´m happy you are broken....

Better prepare yourself to meet your maker, coz the time that we share is runnig out and as you know I cant let you leave.

If you call it a sickness you may be right but I call it a blessing and it screams for a sacrifice....it´s you it has always been you....

I want to see the change in this world, I want to see peace and understanding, but like the persons who´s reason is still intact I know that we as species are not even close or ready for love....

The most pure and honest feeling there is, is hate. Love lies, joy dies but hate remains....

Shall we bleed this dream together tonight, as memories turn bittersweet with every breath, my hatred builds and then dissapears with no reason to live again we live for another thousand years out of spite....

You maggots
Swarm my earth
Infect me with putrid disease
Your vermin
Your genocide
Extermination, extermination of whores

I take a chainsaw to my ultimate despise
Whore to a chainsaw is my purist form of pride

I cannot live with them amongst this mess
Amongst this mess
I need to end this
Insult to the human population of this world

Die you fucking whores
You putrid waste of space
Stop breeding fucking rats
You bitches gonna get it

Bitch your dead
Bitch your dead, there´s no life in you

You are the creation of something so obscene
It makes me sick to see your lungs still fill with air
And never die
Why do they never die?

I am the only one who´ll live

Just because I can´t be seen
Doesn´t mean I can´t be felt

Amongst this mess
You disgust me

Eradication of them all
Whore to a chainsaw

I grieve for your touch, like the sea grieves another soul to be devoured. I fear for the loss of time, time that can never be lived again.
I hold your cold hand like I hold the roses that fall on your grave...Time we spend is the time I wasted....