I write a lot about certain types of ideologies that center around exercising complete and total control over everything that it can get its disgusting little paws on.
Those ideologies are death incarnate. They do not care about humanity. They bring the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to reign over you.
I don’t mean this to be doom and gloom, but I’m just making note that there’s always indicators of evil around the bend when dealing with the political class.
Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men…”, -John Dalberg-Acton, 1st Baron Acton
Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The way that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in
Like cattle
You run
Stripped of
Your life’s worth
Human mice, for the Angel of Death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest bloodDestroying, without mercy
To benefit the Aryan raceSurgery, with no anesthesia
Feel the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of DeathPumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last
In this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time
‘Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he’s creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid Angel of Death
Flying freeAngel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of DeathAngel of Death
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