Black, It's So Very Metal

Oh this corrosion
Set to the soundtrack
of Satan in his throne
Screams untamed,
Such evil eyes,
Violent rhymes,
Faith scatter-shot down,
Then gutted from the sides.

A sigh of frustration
directed at Satanic Brothers
The poets who long forget
They even have a soul,
or meaning beyond
a guttural growl.

Sing to the dream child
Maybe some verses will be heard
And fountains of worth
might finally pour down.
But that’s as likely as Jesus.

There is no point in being evil
If there is no soul being damned
There is no reason to growl
No reason to scream
If the words don’t have meaning
Or the meaning don’t match the soul.

Hate from the heart
Hate through the thought
Scream for the songs worth
Not just to be fucking evil.

Black, It's So Very Metal

Heath30

Coventry, United Kingdom

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