Four Letters, No Meaning.

Pistol whipping and massacres left and right.

No soul, no life, no light.

Deranged bastards killing posers.

The knife’s blade drawing ever closer.

Demented degenerates defying society.

Turned from good, lacking in piety.

Stone cold eyes, dark and deep.

Pools of blood, bodies in heaps.

Fire, fangs, nostrils, and teeth.

Seven-fold pain is surely inflicted.

Suffering is a drug and I'm addicted.

Stunning rage, monsters beneath!

The skin they crawl under, give them praise!

Come on brothers! There's Hell to raise!

Author Notes: ŁØ¥3

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