From distant wave to hurricane
From secret lust to world aghast
And pain inane
Yes, chaos proliferous
From serpent speech to deeds eldritch
From blow to storm
From high-raised hands to interment
And hate innate
As these pestilent spores we imbibe
... Forever rage's becoming guide
Burn every seed-
Whatever that tempts, that
Whatever that they've unleashed upon.
Us; another triumph of hate
Another spirit in quest
The link of wrath in a
chain of scorn.
Too blotesque the icon they paint
What is this substance to call it God?
The poison is
It's a vicious art.