My Spirit In The Web Of Purity Testo

these bleak images of fading life and fearing screams of anguish,
illuminating my newborn creativity.
Thus, see here!
There is no doubt that violence is monarch of the planet and love is a
mere addition to the divinity of carnal play. And a combination of both
powers will result in a pleasuring spree of merciless rage, resulting in
the climax of death.
And with the newborn eye within my paranoid mind, I glance upon the
limitless number of possibilities of individual armageddon, with an
equally limitless number of variations. And once I've chosen my path,
the imaginary turns into organic.
With the gift from the reaper I sporadicly evolve into this state of
unstoppable death, grinning at the faces of my victims laying bleeding
in the filthridden earth. And I invent yet another ingenious way to
conquer the creators ultimate gift to humanity: the illusion of live.
"From the dust of Terra we were made, and to Her we must return." And
then my absent mind comes back again.
Thus, see here!
There is no doubt that violence is monarch of the planet and love is a
mere addition to the divinity of carnal play. And a combination of both
powers will result in a pleasuring spree of merciless rage, resulting in
the climax of death.
No living soul would dare to cross the paths in the moments of my
sentient revocation of "mankind's greatest unknown mystery", since I
would be leaving only a spectre of their existence to dwell the
terrestrial continents.