Voice Of The Voicless

Speak the words they all want to hear

And you will for sure fall down dead

Reach out a broken hand

So that the whole arm might be broken by them

The ones who hate only a little less then I

Close but no cigar they all fall short

My hatred is pure and my rage is the richest kind

A voice of one crying in the wilderness

Make way for the ones who are to come

The men and women of the breed I will create

Knives in hand the swing blinded and on target

No one will get away for the seed has already been planted

Heed my words there will only be one judgment day

So many of the lost are without a voice

I will give them what they need

As I become their all consuming father

Loved and hated all at once I am the source of the power

Forgiveness is out the door along with remorse

Dig more graves for the time is coming

When the dead will outnumber the living

From one who saw the grave I know what the dead see

Darkness and horror and every great evil thing

I will speak in you ear the ways of holy justice

Kill all who oppose you, don't let one stand

Evaporate the ones who smear your name

The ones who turn your life into smut

Destory them all and never look back

Shed no tears if you have to kill your parents off

Friends don't live forever and always stab you in the back

Siblings steal all the love you could have had

Take them all, break them down, devour their heads

Start the fire that burns the barn so the work is lost

Show them what being alone is all about

If it was that Job would of turned to spit in the face of God

See him laying there struck dead

Be the thunder bolt of the almighty one Jehovah

Righteous anger is not the only kind

But work in the many types of rage as I have told you

Fight for your life and all in it for hatred is a mighty sword

It all comes down to one thing kill or be killed

These words now put them in your mouth

A voice is now formed in you that takes away all foes in life