Cvinger - Anguish in Ossuary

A creature called man Afraid of unknown and darkness Made out of mud and GOD’s spit Devines and light are his fiction Judgemental towards others Hypocritical thords himself Supraliminal in annihilation Pure as menstrual blood Prayed for salvation and it’s afraid of faier Afraid of faier in wich he’ll burn He denies ephemerality As he looks at the skull Skull of his anatomy smashed by his aks He prays to GOD Who he denied, to ease the soul he thought he never had
COWARD, UNWORTHY OF FREEWILL.
DECEIVER, DECEIVING HIS WORTHLESS LIFE
Behold now unworthy on Your final resting place Find your place among the rotten Let your bones break under my feet and your skull becomes a chalice of your death faith You shall not found redemption You will fade as your ego and memory
SCREAMS....IN OSSUARY
TEARS...IN OSSUARY
DETH .....IN OSSUARY
.....IN YOUR OSSUARY