Preternatural Pleasure

The pretext of a greatest biggest planUnder pretence of confusion at the smallWorld of dirty like preview lives a creaturesProclivity to the fancy of own rotting selvesThe saint on the crucifixion. Under pretence offuture from the Gold own belly they cherish only.We're not pugnacious and we hasn't privationCrucifix for the thrix. Burn!Captors of appeal of God suffering of supplementFund. Victims screams in the dampness of grave.Simple scraps of the food of the deads.We deigned soft paid one's way. A vision of aHappy days. Escape from they is giving aMechanic pain. Remain of brains so many years lieUpside down. Not head! Not heart!The new mind has another name.Satirical infernal lords decay.Naturally end nowise remain.It seems the death squirming in my heartWatching deads but may not take.One knows oneself better than a wayAnd death arrived you must to run away.It seems the men of over the world penetratedBy ideas of beast's repletion hate.Sick nazy force. Blind cleaning nordic missionTurn into war like claim for New Creation.But crazy force sweep of all inclinations.You started war, began a...Mixture from death and others natures weapons.A more prosperity and you begin make shindy.For empty theory a thousands of victims diedIn your war received a stupid mission.Embraced by death. Unscreaming faces. Try touchTo me with hate in agony. White skull. Enslaved.The damned fate! They present me falling future.War! But stop. We must find fault this act.We know they lossed. We're waiting you on Judge.Absurd bacillus congested the world declaringGods. Their torsos decomposed.