APOCALYPSE.....
The meek waiver,
the weak wither,
The ruthless thrive, the ruthless conquer.
As we enter,
edging closer to the final hour,
I and I standing on the Eiffel tower,
looking down on the Pyramid of Egypt,
with the chosen 144 brothers from distant clan deemed fit,
pushing beyond boarders, pushing beyond limits.
Clenched fists thrust in the air,
marching towards Armageddon without despair,
DEATH TO LIFE, DEATH TO FEAR!!!
DEATH TO THE SYSTEM OF THINGS!!!
ALL BLACK EVERYTHING!!!
NO SKIN ! NO SEX !! NO SIN !!!
NO HOLY BOOKS! NO PREACHERS!!
NO SAINTS ! NO SINNERS !!
NO SLAVES ! NO MASTERS!!
NO MERCHANTS ! NO PEASANTS!!
NO GOVERNMENTS ! NO SUBJECTS !!
The soil wet with our blood and sweat,
as we march to our death
with no iota of regret.
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