Witness I have become to your nature of selfish hurt
Closing does my fist form towards your mind of dirt
Pain not only you contribute but plagues me from sight
Need more do I wish for justice to give you the smite
Being does it emphasize upon the soul of righteousness
Tempt me not for the enemy urge is the bringer of madness
Longer can I not endure your treacherous ego of none so clear
Dog you will be to this wolf for it will force upon you the sear


The ones you gave the hurt is the hurt of same forced upon me
For you are the deathly gas to wither my flowers of sweet
But withered will I not remain for your poison will you get the taste
Better to be the scared insect at first of my sight and flee post-haste
Or be the impala under fright from the chase by the enraged lion
A criminal sentenced to purgatory courtesy of the devil's scion
Such comparisons do I make for this boiling cauldron to equate
Your merciless strikes of lighting is the thunder to my hate


Caged can no longer resilience be the strength for this beast
Once this prison breaks with ill, serve you shall to my anger's feast
Should accomplished be the quest for your malicious blood
The knife will bathe in the very warmth of such a flood
Riddled you not be with words but by the sting of my bullet
Disguise may you hide as an angel but I am hell's curate
Light of false intend I arrange the force of disembark
Expose is the swimmer's blood to summon the evil shark


Declare I plant are the contagious seeds of a brutal war
Stained will be the land of your blood's entirety in store
Nightly psalm shall be the scream you suffer from my bite
Death is not the salvation, but it is the durability of my fight
Persecution will not be your past-time but your time of demise
Order must be the oar to surpass the river of chaos for the rise
The sky of blue shall red be the change from your blood of grunge
As your reign of evil before my deep breath will end by the plunge