No More Lords & Saviours

No More Lords & Saviours

Behind the blackest of the black and there is nothing that resides from within this world
You would have to sell your soul if you want it bad enough for your indulgence and narcissism
Carve it out and let it bleed unto a grey matter  concrete surface because for you it is murder
Such a useless ploy endangerment to a system that was detained and determined by distortion
One rule for thee and one rule for me is how your sordid mind constructs to impeculirate 
At any given situation division by design and amid mass information
A disaster is beholden and no one should be in this world made to serve to such a master
Not one to be considered landed gentry or to be of bearers to that of an ancient aristocracy
The hourglass beherits your countdown for such an arise or ascension 
For your dethroning and circumcision for your pathetic unmitigation

Fate has come unto thee it's obvious regarding you in these circumstances 
And the evidence is pointing it's finger in the vicinity towards your direction
To be as thick as thieves and to muddy the waters has no propagation of probability
Whence thou hast summoned thyself from a sullied crime guaranteed this transmigration
One is left without not an iota of thought left with 1000 years in cell now left to rot
The battlefield is now complete with the smell of rotten bodies and decomposed flesh 
And severed heads you are the willing participant so fuck everything you have ever done 
And ensure pain from a 44 Calibre and become the fodder for the cannons

I will give you an idea of what Hell is like if it is something that you can fathom 
To see of what your so called faith demands and of what called ignorant perception
Ignorance is bliss to those who want to deceive just to save face so no blood is on their hands
There is nothing to believe when punishment is appropriate given to those who should bleed
There is no God to save you and the Judge has passed down the sentence for your dividends
Your machinations are rusted and broken ruptured and punctured beyond your control
Get what you deserve a head kicked in and five minutes beaten to a pulp leaves nothing to your soul
How I damn thee to make you cut off your nose and slash your tongue to spite your face
To leave you with the taste of what has become brutal by nature such a bitter disgrace 
Malignant and narcissistic are your perceptions nothing but a tool for distraction 
A device purpose built from machinations but always broken and punctured