Nemon

My stronghold is warfare,
protection of the DNA of pure.
Be careful who you pair
with, as genes transmit; a cure

is what I seek for,
but it comes from within;
rediscovering an inner door
to my power of divinity - begin!

We messed up with an ideal
that is nothing wrong when peaceful
to put a boundary, it's an ordeal
as blood is running and it's blissful.

The horror of the concentration camps!
Why to torture living beings?
To turn their skin into lamps,
depriving them of faith, unseeing.

Now the deviations of the past
have perverted themselves even further;
our right of independence, shall it last?
Or we shall fall as slaves that weren't murdered?

But then again I raise my eyes,
as the occult knowledge did upgrade
Demonology, I see the Heaven skies
now I know the plan is perfect; it's today.

It's today and I know
destruction isn't only evil
chaos primordial, bestow,
the unmanifested with upheaval.

I have the Faith, staring in a bathos,
my eyes are burning golden blood,
my pitch black raven lips, the Wrath of Kratos,
I know I shouldn't have; but now I should.

My mantle will gather the rain drops and the winds
but above all is the serious passion
for my kin, my blood but as to the commonest within,
oh past deeds of mine, ashen!

Concentration camp, you hungry monster,
release the despair and slaughter of occult!
Burn in darkest transmutation flames and conjure
God's Mercy for it shall be - a perfect result!

The elements will wipe off past
and we will remain souls with a mission
My earnest dedication - a soul blast,
will become a God Creator of ambition!

I am not confused, I know
whichever path I choose
a rose, a crown and a crow

We never lose.

We may abuse.

But above all -

Lunacy of low, my muse.

My hymn, a gramophone plate,
and silent dignity of abandoned defeat,

However, isn't it quiet and great.

Ninth of May, welcome - and greets.