Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Ruin

Ruin

The knowledge that seeking the favor of another 
Means the murder of self. 
This is the resolution 
The end of all progress 
The death of evolution 
It bleeds all life away. 
Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow. 
Brooks that babble the sounds of torture. 
You will one day rise 
To flood the banks of the chosen. 
This is the art of ruin. 
This is the resolution 
The end of all progress 
The death of evolution 
It bleeds all life away. 
I will show you all that I have mastered 
Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power. 
This is the art of ruin. 
This is the art of ruin. 
This is the art of ruin.

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