Seeds Of The Suffering

Lies, deceitful words of impatienceFutile words of evasionThe gods that have once spoken to meHave abandoned me to my pre-destined stateA state in which there are no words, is no languageOnly the language of the endless sufferingSuffering that brings me to appreciate my new found existenceOne that spawns forth a new beingA being in which there is no appreciation for his fellow manto seeHatred and remorse unto those who have punished mePunishment to cold to seeI don't see, I don't seeOne that I have once createdForced to change, I don't needThe path of abomination of all thingsFor I am now a seed, that will one day set forth a new raceOne that will cleanse my soulAnticipation of the weak-minded foolsOne that my once beloved gods will not recognizeRace which feeds off the sufferingAs the mortals cry out their new found godThe race grows strongUntil the dayThe day of judgementThe race grows strongUntil the day