Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
why lie, tell them tales drinking wine, sippin ale gripping gales
juke them nukes by how the pukes duke it out with no skills to prove/
with nothing proven our skills became useless,
we must train the youth to carry on our faithful feuds...
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...