Brood of Vipers....
You mock me, abuse me, belittle me
Do you not see into my soul?
Do you not hear my cries?
Have you no compassion on my being?
My voice is as a voice in the wilderness, for what i know i know not.
Constant struggles in the depth of temptation
I scream i bleed, turn a deaf ear do you
My voice as an echo of leaves forgotten in the autumn
Cursed be thou. Cursed with my curse
For such a thing have u doubted.
suffer my fate and feel my pain.
As i voyage it devours me this serpent
May you receive its venomous fangs.
And know and not doubt my words,
and feel and taste my hurts.
Leave me to my fate do you think it prevails?
I smirk in your face.
I have lived a season in this torturous existence
I have become numb to it's walls
the dungeon has become my home.
It's floor a carpet of leaves soft to the touch
Depart from me unbelievers
your anger and disbelief it does no good.
Is it what you think will change me?
your lessons do they discipline me?
My finger, its tip full of wrath
i raised it from it slumber
my pursed lips echos FUCK YOU
may you be cursed as i was, and taste its fear.
