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Insatiable Appetites




Do you think me pleased?
Why should I be?
How can I hide
My wrath from thee?

I cannot fit your meter
My rhythm rules to-day.
Your snub-nosed convention
Is repugnant anyway.

Why do I keep giving 
These People a chance
To realize they are performers
In a malignant dance?

I keep thinking they'll learn
To stretch their narrow views
Yet their ears are closed.
What is the use?

Do you really think
Nothing matters in the end?
Are my words meaningless?
Wisdom dissolves in The Wind.

And so ere it goes.
From Age to Age.
You'd think you'd learned your History
Yet you can't even bear one Page. 

So now off I go
Once again to the underground.
All of these fucking imbeciles
Mindlessly prancing around.

Annihilation is their guide.
That's the nature of the Beast - 
Listening to bloodthirsty maniacs
They long for their feast.

You think you possess
The Eye of Eternity?
You are blindfolded
By your own merciless depravity!

You take your aim
Through the scope of the sniper.
Merrily you go along
Pleading to your pretentious pied piper:

"Oh Master, My Master
I lay my will at your command!
May the conflagration rise!
That is our demand!"

They'll write their fucking books
Leading you all astray
Intent on their forces
To conjure up their god - Doomsday.

They will it! They wish it!
They salivate for blood.
And away you all go
Washed away in the Flood!

You avaricious fools
Careful for what you wish
Lest the bones of your Beloved
Be found lying on your dish.

Swindlers - do ye dare to dance
On these desecrated Grounds?
In your blood-stained mouths
Treacherous debauchery abounds!

Curses upon your heads
The scale has been tipped
Truth is nowhere found
For the veil has been ripped!

















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