Divine wind carries the care of creation's hum
To live in punishment
A prosthetic arrogance-bewildered infinite
Wrath will touch thee when times strike trails
Left hand path beneath still waters so
♪
Summon in thunder - howling down in vain
Dear departed flee the site slagged - damned
Run for the hills despite the cold neglect, my daunting
Depraving in a land of plenty
Thriving off the zealous degenerate
Glutton summon your prospect of irony
System overload spearheading the scamp
I, tormentor, will the crashing derelict
By emo_kid