Your Armageddon

"Hey, come here... lets play. Just like yesterday. In my room, lock the door. This is something you haven't played before. But we got to make it quick, you're about to leave. Now take off this, and unbutton these. Now lay on the bed please, relax... and







Just breathe".....





Out of, my violation
Comes your, annihilation.

Obstruction, of purity.
Unbelievable obscurity.

Tainted innocence.
Labeled a "menace" since.


I accepted my
mute krys
labeled lies,
cast aside, yet I...
never asked why

Voiceless, at too young of an age.
Over came and conflicted with rage.

But never again did I, breathe your name.
Too much pain...
too much shame.

However, now I'm sure that, I was just practice.
I wonder if your children are aware of your tactics.

Are you, truly satisfied yet?
Do they cringe at every silhouette,
standing, in their bedroom doorway?
And can you really look at yourself in the mirror the next day?

As of late, your face has been showing up quiet a bit.
Possibly to make amends, but it's too late for that shit!

Yet maybe, you don't even recall.
Well goddamnit I do, yeah...
I remember it all.

So take that as a warning, you sick, twisted fuck!
I think the time has come, your officially out of luck.

The next time our paths cross, I want to see you beg to the heavens.
And pray for an end to this day that is....

Your Armageddon.