Plutonium Love

We have made ourselves a beautiful tomb in this supposedly civilized world

Such a murderous and vile place must be celebrated

The cross you carry with pride is but a symbol of your weakness

It means nothing more than fear of death

You I despise for who are you, oh mortal fool

To try and direct my journey into the afterlife

I am in control

I ma not about to turn away from my ideals and standards

Where does it leave you and your feeble and distorted mind

Have you no wish to understand anything

Or even try to find a single shred of enlightenment

You are of no use as well as the human race

All must be destroyed

Hold on to your futile existence

You weak unworthy fool

For I shall do everything in my power to steal your very life

Bow down in prayer to which ever master suits you

This world of earth with earthly battles fought

Hence it abides rules of flesh and down it falls

Our home

Our temple

My world and yours

Are crashing into the abyss

Into sulfur, into rot, and into punishment