Poem of Death

I want you to death
there isn't room left for stupidity nevermore
all whoms death and death within knowledge of death
will be rotten in death

BORN - all the way bleeding and screming in this northern coldness
LOVE - just running for your life of the real existence solitude
this is which i believe
this is which i despise you
never mind that i am stupid
i'm not murderer
im pretty sure about that
aren't you too?
DIE - only choice when you're seen so much of death among us
HATE - fondle yours enemy heads before crush them

See i am confused with all those lonely letters you send to me
i am not yelling truth
i am not chanting lies
i am screming loud my knowledge
which i barely have enough strength to carry
so help me fellows
cry out with me and cry out like this

I am the mighty
i am the judgement of this stellar race
i won't save you bastards
and if i would
first you have to join flesh O mine
and see how fucking ill can mankind be
no-one pass me by without telling me poem of death

BORN - all the way bleeding and screming in this northern coldness
LOVE - just running for your life of the real existence solitude
this is which i believe
this is which i despise you
never mind that i am stupid
i'm not murderer
im pretty sure about that
aren't you too?
DIE - only choice when you're seen so much of death among us
HATE - fondle yours enemy heads before crush them