Michael Robertson - To Desecrate the Human Mind

Embark into a realm of peace, where there is no war
No hate, no violence, and no evil to be found
In order to reach this place, the first step is death
Neither heaven nor hell will accept your kind
Life is full of suffering, only hate fills the air
And yet we pretend the opposite
Pray for blissful death, create a stairway of frozen blood
The dead hate the living, the living hate the living
The dead do not fight, they are at peace
World peace is achieved through happily forgotten graves
Failure has cast its voice to you, and drenched you in its force
Your masquerade of false arrogance has been shattered
You are now dead, and I lied about this paradise
No such places exist in a realm of any kind for you
Doomed to suffer forever, I am nothing but a mere
Voice in your head that guided you, now I greet you to
The land of the dead, I have desecrated your mind
Yet I have opened your eyes, you now understand that
No matter what you do, you will always be nothing but a
Parasite, so now it is time to go into a new world
The reaper is your guide now, and now you walk the stairs
In order to reach this place, the first step is death
Today is about you, we will laugh, we will dance, we will smile
Today is all about you, after all…it is your funeral

Michael Robertson

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