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Do you live your life in god's filth?
Or do you live according to Him?
Do the codes of man please you?
Or do you lead a life of "sin"?
Do you find pleasure in the rising sun?
Or do you curse the day it all begun?
Do you understand humanitarian ways?
Or do you feel the urge to destroy?

Blood carved, into the white light.
The eleven raze earth in a raging blaze.
Death to the Universe!

As for you, Tetragrammaton: I curse you!

I curse his creation, as ecstasy is a lie,
and lies may only be true in Chaos.

Once you can see
The sun rise from the earth
Direction to the sky

And once you can feel
Rain fall down on your skin
Once you have skin

I have only one last wish before my time comes to an end. Something I have craved for far too long: to ease my hunger. I want to commit murder! Knowing you exist makes me sick. I want to tie you down. I want to carve you. I want to see the image of death through your teary, blank eyes. I want to commit murder! My mind screams to me like a black metal record in dissonant accord. My mind sings to me murder songs, into passionate frenzy. I want to dig your grave. I want to collect your shadow. I want to terminate your body. I want to commit murder!

On the issue of whether to live by their two-faced norms: if you are proud, if you are strong, there must be just as strong contention. Succumb to sin. Your concern is yours alone. Work hard to earn your Mark of Cain, then wear it like a badge of honour. God's got nothing on you anyway. Your idols are amorality, untamed mind and chasmic reason. Transgressions get things done, and you are infinitely greater for it. Morality is significant like sound in vacuum. Be proud to wear your Mark of Cain. Wear it like a badge of honour. God's got nothing on you anyway.

Hate....
the clouds, the rain, the air that lets life-forms breathe...
the land, the sea, the places where humans breed...
the skyline, the zenith, where the sun rises, travels, and sets...
the homes, the lands, the places of shelter for man.

Back to your past, human.
All dust.