Diluting The Slime

Show no mercy Commanding Sorrow to masses Profiting custodes Feasting on you Poisoning your mind No one can stop this Parasitic URGE This senseless slaughter Made me what i hated to be Enough But it's never too late To choose The Left Hand Path My wish; from womb to be torn Mind burning horror, idle gore At times I'd rather not see They chose war to be my destiny I shall not live for This foul conquest Enough But it's never too late To choose The Left Hand Path Deceived yet not broken Diluting the slime Awaiting The furnace, divine