DERAILED

 

Black portal, hatred for humanity

The gateway for the raped and corrupted

Stoned to death by the perverted mob

It is not your fault you hate the unwanted child

Straight from womb to waste

Branded and left to die, solitude

The Dark star looses all battles from above

Imperfect and with rage it’s black light shines over stalkers and shooters

Anger prevails, live to hate yourselves

Marching in the footstep of the damned

Against the current of a weeping tide

Asked to step aside, he was strangled behind the large oak tree

The old lord that stands in the shadow of the mountain

Body tempered with and left to rot

Only the profoundly insane would whisper about the deed

Left to rot in silence, tattooed skin dried on bare soil

Happiness lingers in many forms and shapes

Only the Watchtower knows the answers to all clueless riddles

Spawn and slapped to life, damned then dead

When peace liberates and separates bone from flesh

Time has then seized and life can prosper

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