kontextmaschine

Violence for violence is the rule of beasts

To become a god is the loneliest achievement of all

You cannot kill me in a way that matters

I am not a god so why should I be expected to fight against entropy

One day you’ll decompose and I’ll be there to watch it happen

God may judge you but his sins outnumber your own

The rage in your heart warms you now but it will leave you cold in your grave

Then become the dirt I walk on

Tonight, you spoke with the devil. The devil looked a lot like you

Love yourself to spite the world