Stillbirth

Have you ever thought about His Majesty?

Hidden hand that pulls the tiny strings

Uselessness of which I confess in

Prevail upon my generosity

Mark up and violate

And in this wasteland

I crawl eternally on my knees

Pressure of success

Entrail your system

And choking in

I am not an overlording kind

For everyone of you

Narcissistic bitches thinking they are the only way

Through the woods of history

But they will get a slay

We are the slaves

Forsaken hypocrites

And never contradict your servile guilt

I am nothing

Improve the world

Affected by disease

God would be ashamed

To look like this

Wounded soldier

Pray for the mercy

Receive our dark seed

Eternal, unquenchable desire

To kill when the whole world passionate by dectruction

Based on blood-soaked human bodies’ soil

Fortunes of war

You will regret you did it fast away

Something beyond somebody’s wildest dreams

And more than you could ever hope for

I give you collapse as a highest present

Become the penetration

Behold to anger the hardly living

But those who are being supported

By faith till which you will not survive

Think twice before leaving the ruins

In order

To reach the formulated purpose

Pseudo-patriotism is your betrayal

In front of whole humanity

The last son of the fallen father

New religion

Self-titled hierarchy