Joseph Harskamp - A Gothic Army

We are no longer the minority.
We shall don our chains, our straps and cloaks, lack our eyes out.
We will strike at the heels of those who mock us.
We shall form an army,
Amass like never before.
Together we shall march,
Te ground thunders and shakes with the sounds of hundreds of Goths.
W march, in time with the music of H.I.M.
We shall tear down your pride,
Spit on your standards,
Shred your blind prejudice..
For now you are the ones that are to be mocked
For being different.
you will be relieved from this life,
consider it a favor.
Great Ravens circle high above in the blood red sky,
under our command.
Be ready to kneel before us
we shall pierce our venomous blades into your hearts, infecting your minds
with the angst that you have caused us.
you shall become zombies of your former selfs.
Hear our battle crys from atop the far hill.
We charge at the infedells
with daggers, rusted and diseased,
we shall rid the land of you scum.
you shall hang from nails driven through your toes,
Your wrists slit with Anthrax Razors.
Prisoners shall be tied to poles, and slowly, skinned alive...
we shall drink the blood of our victims, savoring the taste of vengence!
you shall be gutted, and left to rot in the gutter, barely clinging to life.
You life shall soon be mine!
Its time to take whats rightfully ours!
666
is the number of years this bloodshed will last
that unholy number will be branded into our slaves foreheads.
The soil and rivers will run red with blood,
The sun will burn bright crimson.
it shall be a gothic paradise.
witchcraft and arcane rituals will corrupt your pretty planet.
Fear us,
for we no longer fear you.

Joseph Harskamp

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