Hatred spewing forth at innocent objects christen their lives forever. Amid the signs of blood and tears the angry cry out Crying into the darkness Filled with despair, self-loathing and guilt. Death is my maker. Death my creator.
Opportunities sown and fields set afire with anger.
Hatred of self directed at self, inside of others. Designs of lost souls dance in our mind freeing feeble cries of pain. Screaming for my destiny Destiny of both my creation and our destuction. Blood pouring our of ears, nose and mouth. Let freedom reign.