War On Humanity

Hollow chamber of knives that only a hate bred child knows.
Hit out into a lack of understanding.
How pressure built into the valve without release.
Cut into a fearful obeying wrath.
Kill all the spirits in time for the cold cell.
Mechanical solitude with only a light shining in the centre.
This is not the centre in our own self, but in an embedded alien truth.
Endings are true, pure and the only rest.
The closer the ending arrives the better.
Fellow men are not allowed.
Outings cannot be reached without the blade.
Lose the smile now easily or lose it later much worse.
Bleed and be glad to bleed.
Everything is wrong even opposites.
Stop pretending and reach towards the light.
Stop feeling and get cut open.
Being made to crawl without knowing why.
This light has a black centre but there no alternative.
Evil is the true destiny of freedom.