Lust for the burning touch of our emotions. It's the
only way to live onward, for all I can see is the
hunger of the animal within. What in life is there so
conceiving, a taste of sweet pleasure. The power to
crush and kill our enemies, the force of might. My
hunger for blood, undeniable pleasures for slaughter.
And death beyond, your soul will grace the burning
sky. Your eyes are soon to be torn away, you will see
no more. My excellence is too much for your
imagination, you cower before me. My hands turns your
bones to dust, you will feel the power of thy strength
and thy might. Can all of you see the lust for
butchery and the glory of it all. A child that will
never reach to be a man. The knowledge of life is at
their hands. The murderous intent to kill and
slaughter. A mast
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