Empty and formless;
man rises from his solitude,
Massacre spells his doom,
Back into the abyss, emerging once again,
To kill without limit, with an unquenchable thirst,
For blood and gore is mere illusion,
In the self, there is only One.
One must survive,
Beesch the grace of the divine;
power most demonic,
“The killer in you is the killer in me”,
J’accuse, twin progeny bathed in blood.
