He was a punk, I killed Him.

A asshole all in pink,
somedqay showed off his bling,
to the girls in the ground,
to the guys in wound.

Shattered and wailed,
everyone's brain,
there left nothing,
except for face and waste,

Boiling,
was my blood,
Coiling,
were my nerves,
Tried to show,
all what he owed,
cause of a disease,
'vanity' at ease.

I went,
i asked,
I requested,
i begged,
he did not seem to heed,
I doped some weed,
found a hammer,
smashed his face

I smashed
I smashed
I smashed
I smashed

I smashed him hard,
till nothing remained,
i laid him to death,
because i had no vain,
I ripped him apart,
like faces from scars,
still was i tearing,
him abdomen to rot.

his abdomen,
filled with incisions,
his nerves filled with all my piss,
his face,
was like a smashed rotten egg,
He deserved to be slaughtered,
with a hatred hammer,
struck with a disease,
which had no cure at ease,

HE WAS A PUNK
I KILLED HIM...

Orthodoxicity...

Orthodoxic Imbalance,
Sufferings of silence,
Khabit over these minds,
Unfortunately they die.

Why do we suffer ?
Why do we prefer ?
Why do we suffer ??
Why do we prefer ??

This killing and pain,
Agony all night,
slaughtary hands,
of these sadhus and their chants.

Made by mythological lusts,
all by relgious sluts,
The karma of bali,
is insanity in a hurry.

Greedy are their neurons,
Lustful are their veins,
Doped are their eyes,
Drunk are their gore minds,

"Om Hawasaya
Om Charasaya "
ARE THE CHANTS THEY BREATHE!!

Forgive..

** This is quite an old one ***

The apex ov me,
Departed to two,
One was Nazareth,
And the other was holy lucifer.

Reciting with self,
Gave an opportunity,
For he conquered me,
With his mighty will,

Lead me to rebellion,
Against my very own,
Made me a demigod,
An illusion which made me rot.

Powers of trust,
were rusted,
the cannibal ov emotions,
a soulless monk,
was all to be blamed

Thought for none,
was still in the illusion under,
the sun ov darkness.

Arid!!!
was thy kingdom,
imagined to be gunned,
with my own hand.

The messenger,
Ov realization
came to me,
when i was in a reign,
engulfed by the apocalypse.

Forsaken !!!
Forsaken !!
Forsaken !!
Killed or forsaken ??

Oh my beloved one!!
was i walking the path ov tragedy and destruction,
hatred and suffocation,
For now on,
Place my brow,
so below that could'st be never imagined.

My meek thoughts,
have destroyed a lot,
for thy enjoyment,
led to misery and destruction.

Solemnly!!
I bow to thee.

Black Violence...

Crawling dark,
At Dusk,
Blacks walk,
Towards the entrance,
Of the Kurukshetra,

Paying the Paise,
Entering the Gates,
Dhua!!
Dhua!!
In the air,
Some of Hashish,
While some of modern Bidi's

Reincarnated,
Sitars,
Tabla,
Dholak,
Get banged by great,
Masters,
The blacks,
Watching them
Get,
The Great Kali,
unto their souls.

Suddenly,
These Souls,
raising violently,
turning Deathly.

Maut !!
Maut !!
Maut !!
Maut !!

Kammez,
torn with ease,

When all comes to an end,
Pichwadas just bend,
To peace.

My Eternal ... Beloved ..

Beauty engraved,

With,

Full moon,

Ov love.

Golden Heart,

Which couldst you,

Find ever,

In the corners ov this vast universe.

None ov thy angels,

Couldst ever be compared,

To thee,

For you is the Aristocrat,

Dionysian,

For which I am,

A slave,

Addicted to thy holy blood.

Glorify!!

My own sanctum,

With the spirit,

That flows,

Through veins,

As Above So Below.

When the Four great,

Mighty heavenly forces,

Reside equatorial,

A precious body,

Precious than,

Ruby,

Diamond,

Topaz,

Pearl,

Comes forth,

With the might ov thee.

When holy Venus,

Bleeds!

The eternal drop ov her beauty,

Fell on you the ugly duckling,

Beauty infinity!!

Its YOU !!

Avatar...

Heed !!

to thee,

for hast not,

yet been condemned.

Ye shalt see,

for he will bring,

peace for an eternity,

by accomplishing,

the need ov ye.

Avert,

the sagas,

kill the ones,

the master ov slaves.

None shalt ever see,

nor arise,

over him,

for it,

thou shalt be in appal.

He who speaks,

against him,

or head him towards,

slavery and destruction,

shalt suffer aphasia,

and yet,

if nothing changes,

thou shalt be crucified,

between,

the four mighty powers.

Hails!!

Hails!!

for thou has provoked,

the inner sanctum,

ov ye,

for,

he who is,

IMMORTAL

Between Life and Death...

Walking the path of tragedy,
when i am abrade,
none seems,
to fathom so well.

Helping for nobility,
with no disgrace,
for you shall,
never see.

Pain is my eternal beauty,
for you have owed me to it,
arises a rill of happiness,
that shall not,
exist for hours,
as your holiness,
may direct it to hell,

Death means life to me,
as i am enjoying,
peace of an eternity,
my gratitude to you.

Serving as a slave,
in the dungeons,
of my own corpse,
whose keys are lost,
in my own darkness.

When death came crawling,
and you left nothing for me,
and now,
Death is my only friend,
Pain is what i love the more,
Let me indulge in my solitude....