A revolution in a mind controlled by implied essence
another bitter woe
strengthening a chance to grow
tired of the times rank with dissent
tired of a life spent in descent
a vagabond child with a house of gold
searching for pity with a staff of hatred
the laughter mocking his truth
a cacophany of putrid distaste
hurling obscenely a volley of torment
he cowers inside intent
a will be gone by way of fire
a spawn of darkness flowering brighter
decay my way insane ones
lift a finger to the lips of truce
wage war aginst the untrue
this demon breeding fury
in a world of undue apathy
this world a festering wound
I'm a pretty part of the disease
I eat the weak
I divide
I reside in my own world of tyranny