Texty: Blood Has Been Shed. Purify.

A malignant blackness,
invades the light

You seek sanctuary,
but nothing's changed

In the midst of conflict,
you are paralyzed

Opposition face to face,
don't beg for mercy
it is to no avail

led to the slaughter,
like a sacrificial lamb

I dwell on thoughts of you,
Where did I go wrong?

Every consideration made
swept away like the tide.

Dig into the mud if you must
find a foothold


Truth is a cancer
to the heretic crush

His rhetoric death to the ways of the degenerate lost soul confiscate

Purify

Look at yourself,
and expel the waste.

View obstruction

unattainable goal

Strength alone is hollow,
wisdom's invitation
destroy the carnal.

Hostility becomes a trademark to any obstacle in your path.