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The blackened tide washes over my psych
Blurred vision; no more light on my path
The devil’s hand grasps tight
The dread of Hell is at hand
A black cloud hanging over my head (Dragging me six feet deep)
My Father; My Lord
Thou hast left my sight
Forsaken to the dark
I cannot see your face
Lost in the void
I feel the darkness calling me
Abysmal oppression
From the depths of hell
No longer free; my mind bound in chains
A dismal strain of thought
From the anguish and pain
Felt by the sting of death
Subjected to death
Eternal sleep beckons forth
From the darkness inside this broken mind
Shallow breath; hollowed heart
Severed by fear and ripped apart
SCORNED BY MISERY
I call out merciful father
Before I’m one with the depths
I fear my end is approaching
The tangible darkness consuming
Drown in the void
Writhing in anguish
The jaws of perdition
Beckon
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The Hands That Mar
03:05
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Abhorrence fills his eyes with hate
Hands disfigure what was forged with grace
Tear down the innocent soul inside
A marred face looks back in despair
A soul of beauty torn apart from the inside
Fear entangles the mind with each culling
I watch as the fists fall down
Gavels of hate torment what’s pure
A wretched form of malicious intent
A soulless man invokes the wrath of Hell
Torn apart; broken down
No longer free from the flames
With each blow he pierces her flesh
The screams of pain echo in the air
A part of me burns with hatred
A righteous fury for the pain you’ve caused
Now as you lie in your grave below
May the Lord have mercy on your soul
Alone at night, stuck in my thoughts because of you
I look inside and see the malice harbored deep within
Letting this hate take any joy that I have left
A dwelling place for Hell to root inside of me
A burning thorn in my flesh; a curse laid on myself
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As fire burns and demons torture me
My agonizing cries waft into the void
Eternity of doom; the unquenchable thirst
My life wasted on things of Earth
Gnashing of teeth
Destruction of self
Writhing in the bowels of Hell
Apostasy, a blasphemy
A life of misery awaits me here
Scorched flesh that does not burn
The flames of Hell surround me
Lost to myself in despair
A life of sin I lived
Now suffer for my crimes I must
No peace; only the fire
No one to help me now
My soul burns in the eternal flame
A life of blasphemy has led me here
Isolation in this contempt and purgatory
Pleading for death
Pleading for death to come
This agony unbearable
No one answers my call
All alone inside my head
Writhing in this suffering
Forsaken to this pit
Subject to torment here
No mercy for my soul
Lost to myself in despair
A life of sin I lived
Now suffer for my crimes I must
No peace; only the fire
No one to help me now
Gnashing of teeth
Destruction of self
Writhing in the bowels of Hell
Apostasy, a blasphemy
A life of misery awaits me here
The fire burns into my soul for eternity
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This world is naught
Its time is coming short
The end of days is breathing down our necks
Agonizing deprivation has torn apart and left us bare
An awakening to the bleak future
No time left
From dust; to dust
What once was dirt shall return
Nothing to slow the ever-churning march of time
Your beloved riches fall victim to the thief
Your beloved possessions fall victim to the moth and rust
A grave return to the dirt from which we were formed
Vanity, all is vanity before the throne of the King
Darkness enshrouding
The soil piles high
Isolation; the flesh pass away
The soul subject to His judgement
A life lived in vain
A pursuit of greed
Idolatry harbors death and decay
No earthen vessels granted passage beyond the depths
A just resolve for your sins
Decaying flesh laying six feet beneath the ground
No treasures of earth can redeem you now
A forgotten husk fading into eternity
Now comes the day of your judgment
Now you stand before the throne of G-d
He shall decide the fate of your eternal life
Will you join Him in the Heavens; free of sorrow?
Or will he spew you from His mouth?
A grave return to the dirt from which we were formed
All is vanity before the throne of the King
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Drowned in filth
My mind a grave for lust
A wretched form of blasphemy built by my own mind
A succubus gives way to death
A grim repose for my soul at the end
She drags my spirit into the recluse
My eyes blinded by the darkness within
The temptress calls for me to gaze
Upon immoral acts of seduction
I try to fight, but her fangs are too deep
Bound by the chains with no way out
Tormented by the succubus
A spiritual deception; a mockery of what G-d has called holy
Profane acts of lustful desire
No longer slave to this worldly affliction
I lift my eyes to the father above
Yeshua, I call out for you
To save me from the temptress’ snare
She holds my thoughts for a deadly ransom
My mind infected with her poisonous words
A mockery of what G-d has called holy
Profane acts of lustful desire
No longer slave to this worldly affliction
I life my eyes to the father above
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6. |
Sheepskin
03:34
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Led to the slaughter of what they think is their salvation
Ignorant to the fact that all they welcome is death
With open arms they blindly march to the gates of Hell
Torment and punishment brought on themselves
Hellfire burns with the heat of a thousand suns
No deterioration; yet the flesh burns
“Is this my fate forever?
Have I been left to burn?
No end of pain in sight
This agony is all too real”
This is the wage of your arrogance
Condemned to rot in the fire for your hate-filled heart
“Just one last drip on my tongue
The fire burns my skin but does not consume
G-d why have you forsaken me?
My lord, my lord I cast out demons in your name
Why am I lower than the least of these?”
Sheepskin around your neck
You are nothing but a ravenous wolf
Stalking the weak and waiting to devour
Sometimes I wish I had it my way
You would suffer in pain
You hypocrite, you don’t deserve the good Lord’s mercy
How many souls have been lost to your selfish ways?
How much blood do you have on your hands?
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Spitting Nails
03:44
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I close my eyes trying to suppress
The hate that festers within myself
Everyday is another war in my mind
My flesh seeks death, my spirit wants life
Oh Father G-d, please don’t forsake me to myself
I’d rather rot in the dirt as worms devour me
A husk of hatred from the pain that I’ve felt
Undeserving of your mercy; deserving of Hell
The face of death knocking at my door
Anger, hatred brought forth from misery
Violent thoughts, vile speech from my mouth
Torment from the anguish felt within my soul
Anger, hatred, violent thoughts, vile speech
Curses under my breath, animosity within
Hate in my eyes, the unsettling display
Of a man who preaches love, but inside he feels hate
Father, please forgive me
For I have sinned against your children
Hateful acts committed in hypocrisy
The selfish acts of a heretic
SPITTING NAILS
Malicious indignation
A mere act of violence
Committed in the name of heresy
Forgive my blatant sin against your holy name
Inside this coffin made of flesh
Is a heart that beats for you, Lord
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Injustice is a catalyst to human suffering
For we are subjected to the yearning maw of persecution
Innocence shot down in cold blood
Their life meaningless in the eyes of the wolves
Broken, afraid; scared for their lives
The hunt has begun, the fist of iron strikes down
Shards of lead pierce the flesh
Souls crying for mercy; unheard
“I can’t breathe” he cries
As the life leaves his eyes
Ravenous boar tearing into flesh
Silencing all signs of life
Judge and jury; execution
No longer protect and serve
Murderous enforcers
No mercy; no grace
No justice for the meek
KILLING IN THE NAME OF THE LAW
Power hungry
Overstepping
A lesson in violence
A display of domination
No remorse
No regret
A bleeding of souls
No compassion in their eyes
No knock raids
Execution at the pistol’s end
No mercy
A grave for the law abiding
Compliance
In exchange for your life
Follow the rules
Or your death; justified
Violence unprovoked
Desecration of rights
No justice, no peace
The raw end of a gun
The yearning maw of persecution
Bloodthirsty hounds going for the throat
No peace of mind when you’ve fallen to the hunt
Against the iron curtain, with a boot on your neck
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Trail of Tears
04:14
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The face of hatred
The weeping mothers
The scores of children
The hands of death
Forced into exile and torn from their shelter
Subjected to face the death of their own kind
Stripped of their culture, their heritage, their identity
Forced to endure the torment, the pain
The plague of death to encompass all
Murderous men enforce their will
Disease and blood, their tools of trade
Forced to embark on the trail of tears
Forced to endure the harsh nature of man
Children ripped from the clutch of their mothers
Heritage slain, languages decimated
Innocent souls robbed of their pure nature
Mass graves mark the sins of our founders
Buried beneath the earth, the souls of the damned cry out
“Bring us home; restore peace to our families”
A violent past white washed by the oppressors
To cover up the genocide of an entire people
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The Suffering Fields
04:00
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Born unto scorn
A bastard son; unwelcome
The bleak light shines the darkest
Father, G-d; most holy
Why must I suffer through this life?
Death calls me; it watches my every step
In the depths of my mind, it beckons
“You were never meant to be,
So undo what has been done; set yourself free”
The vile tongue of the devil himself
Bringing to light the lies I hold close
A black sheep, the outcast of the family
Ever entrenched in failure, a mistake that should have never been
End my suffering, end this blight
Take me out of this misery-filled life
I see the hate
I see the hate in their eyes
The disgust for this creation they have made
An innocent child cursed with scorn
Proclaimed a deadbeat like the one before
Degradation of the soul, deprived of childhood
I feel the hate in the hearts of my kin
I beg for an end
Undo the suffering
Let what should have never been; cease to exist
Release this burden from the earth
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