I, Destructor from Omens by Mortal Plague

Through the shattered windows of my eyes,
I see glass that cuts through their flesh,
Digging deep into their bone marrow,
Exhuming my fractured and defiled conscience.

My soul, raped by their depravity,
Awakened in the name of Ira,
Render me destruction, my only verdict,
To immolate the surfaces of life’s decay.

Suffer, my wounds inflicted by their hands,
Slither, on the frozen crypts of their hell.

Insubstantial existence,
Endless trails of agony,
Self destruction,
Freedom at the bliss of tristitia.

I summon the armed forces of wrath,
The brimstone that runs in my veins,
Panzer division penetrating their walls,
Luftwaffe terrorizes their hell bent skies.

Embrace the resolution, the death of you and I,
Follow your fuhrer, the grim reaper.

Deception and deceit,
They meet the edge of my senses,
Dissonant sanity,
Besiege the fortress of our nemesis.

Sever the cord, suffocate this earth bred hope,
Seal the gates of your fortitude for mayhem,
Spread the disease of havoc and hysteria,
Suicide, defeat humanity, the implement of misery.

Reality, distorted in grim moonlight,
As we gather by this lake of tears,
Whispering this canticle of iniquity.

Wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony, existence.

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