Kinda a rap, working on my freestyle.
If it bleeds or it breathes, then it needs to die,
Clear my diginity time for stratsophere Time-line,
Prepare for transformation get ride of all that creations,
Cloudless days with daylight races as I moan;
Form the sensation of all living death manipulations.
Fuel heart of a cutting prove with poison into my chest,
Wind and dark flows into the world of mother nature,
Spiritual voices kept on being agency as one a line;
Of courageous transforming into audacious.
Torture line through the light dry floor bruising shades,
Watch me slide through the sky lines manipulated cloudes,
As I lunge crawl back from the brutal death punch,
Screaming out loudly as I re-grain power see my dark aura flow,
Through my body as the infection progressing the Superior Death,
Hatred's biggest fear to overtake the flounce,
Dishonored my heart shape of this nature failure,
Waiting for the eruption abolishment to our down fall,
Carry me with clarity holocaust my body willing to do,
Outbrusting with honour in misdiretion pleased my corruption.