Strike First, Strike Hard, Strike Often

Run amok in the garden of purity
Defile all that is beheld on high
Piss upon their most beloved sanctuary
Smash open the gates that confine
Frauds camouflaged in forgery
Imposters cloaked in grandeur
Violence and hatreds sweet serenity
Shall permeate their flesh as a hammer
Relish the suffering of my enemies
Savour the fear within their eyes
Delight in their terror and uncertainty
Elated by their agonized cries
Loathing abhorrence and revulsion
Cruelty, sadism and spite
With malice agleam, and disdain supreme
From hells heart I stab at thee
May your offspring be born into vassalage
May you squander your riches upon vanity and conceit
May the cold hand of death caress everything that you hold dear
May you die alone, may your grave be unknown