The Search for Truth

Derivation, desolation. I feel gone. Mass production, cooperation. Disgusting lies. Life of this illusion nation. All ignorance. Civilization. Bloody fees of transformation. In this life. Hell in soul that I could preach to. Consolation. Maniac communication. Desperation. Immortality. For eons, a little Piece of brain. For eons, My will is screams inside the prayers. Confrontation between nations. My love killed. Climax irresistible still. The blood I spill. Life it's something simple. It's been here too long. Inside Inside my my head, head masses Stew, sickening diseases. Under the sun, they have been warning of this Doom. Under the stars, in the grips of their Black madness. This only leaves my holy sins. Forbode, A little piece my Friends. Forbode, My wildest dreams turns into prayers. And all hope is gone. Leave me alone in my Search for the truth. As all of this done, I lose myself in the dying Rays. Under the Stars. Forbode, A little piece of A my little priest. Friends. For Forbode Boys. My will is sweeter than your prayers. For boys. A little gift For the priest. My will is sweeter Than your prayers