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The Planet of Hate

The Planet Of Hate

creatures with zombie type features in are underground
 long hanging viscious fangs dripping blood off side of mouth
 there flesh is of overt vexation of pivotal excess seeking self to please
 they can't help you cause they can't even help themselves
 evil mind that plunge into sore vexation dauntless & spineless
 heartless minds darkened stench of manure as there carcasses rot
 vulture plunge with maggot infested feces in the extremities
 darkened spots having holes with narrow minded thinking
 blind leaders of the blinded who will soon fall into a ditch
 can't help you cause they can't help even themselves
 come to kill, steal & destroy as there chief dead end aim & ploy
 the smell of menure in piles of sewage through there deranged portals
 vanity of vanities all is vanity for this is the one you worshipped.
 the false god of sin, self & Satan
 ready for the eternal over of affliction
 spots with eyes having holes bridge the gap in Hell
 falling creatures in a desire for blood masked in superficial pain
 the mentally insane filled with ellusive torment of money whore mongers wasted
 blood stained ceiling with an audience of deep habitation of darkened caverns with dungeons...
 alone you will be silence with the forever memory of vain oblations
 the cavity of neglect frozen in your feeble minded mutant brain
 lest I refrain another door then the one the leads to hate...
 *****, pout & complain
 idol fantasy of chosen damaged convenience that leads to your death
 the gloom of frozen embodiment of pulsating screams throughout duration
 come up for air only to be silenced once more lest I implore
 running to & fro in circles marked on a blotted page yet not clearly intact
 working to hard can give you a heart attack
 onto the climax of 666 with a twist of haunted vile memories of helter skelter
 yet this is the path you have chosen welcome to Hell's door !

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