My merciless will be the black of my empty hand
To feed the world the truth.

Though vibrant,

The vibration in their hearts shake down the
Sands of the seas
And assumes the perpetual movement
Of water.
The cost of a life is even penniless,
I laughed high three times with my head rolling away
In a manslaughter
And mocked all that prayed
Death upon me.
I see now that a life is
Worthless,
And means to live it are condemned to be
Irresistibly irrelevant.

My purpose to my passion is by the works of my spirit unhanded by the world.
My primary goal is to put you in chains and consummate the truth of your fine captivity.

Praise me to be your oppressor.
Crown me be your belligerent tyrant.
Bless me be your lord.

Deny me thy loyalty,
And I grant you a merciless venture
And lamentations
You never believed to be concieved
By the speech of your ******* tongue.
I will purge your freedom,
And multiply your debt to me.
The scourges of your afflictions will be heard,
But not inhaled.

But mocked,
Everything you are,
You have owed to me,
And relentless I will be in obtaining it.

My word on your world will be detrimental and severe,
My sword to your belly will be swift,
But you shall perish in languishing time.