Bloodlet

Standing before the benevolent, their decaying greed suffocates our youth, contorts their dreams. Abomination machines leave an undeath wake, tide of the coming flood, they devour everything. No time for a passive cause, paper trails breed corruption, with steel brings resurrection, with the vengeance a new day. We all live in the same hypocrisy, one man guilty as the next. Our visions of what’s to come. This is the end in which they seek; leave you gasping for more, an addiction to be free, an ignorance to everything. Breeding generations of disgust, we spread our affliction. We have become our own failure, blind to the puppet-show, and deaf to the truths they speak. They are rotting our youth with leperous convictions, as we bath in the hatred of past transgressions. We are the lost amongst the corpses, and these are the killing fields. If only to stop the horde, I’ll become the bloodlet of ancients; this will be the passage to which you hail. Onto the front lines, this is where aggression prevails. Embrace the vengeance for which you lust. This is your last chance, this is the last stand. Paint these walls with blood!