to all the fallen...

your goals will never be achieved


in light of what has happened...


filthy vermin invading every right to believe

your lavish order is now disorder...


in my dreams, or sick fantasies


bodied bags, toes tagged

in delight of a nation growing sicker


a cheap imitation of life takes over


thriving forward, absorbing yours and making it mine

slowly forcing souls to my side


a god among the waste...you pray to get the story straight


a god among the waste, we should never have to live this way

a god among the waste


a highness to destroy this state.


to all forgotten...your strategy is received

but its not as you expected


you can't match my hatred


evading every issue unseen

no common knowledge or fortitude inbetween