AntiChrist cx / PDF PAGE 66 OF 69
February 2001
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129 February 2001 Break me down! Why I am a lie built on lies of generations in hell. Every one has a vision, what was yours. When I finally pass, pain as my hart is ripped from my flesh, as sacrifice to the new world demi god. The irony am I now blessed in holy blood to be cleansed of the demon that is me! The Christ, threw the new invocation of Lucifer, maybe that is why I made that deal. Sacrifice my soul for nothing at all, except your death and most of the vile creatures that resemble you. I have fallen… For Nothing except the opportunity to die, and still live forever. Fear not Christian beast this has all been planned and you will do your part! Kna Portun wesna, we will see a new dawn. 130 January 2001 To see the towers of the false gods reaching for the heavens, the hart beat of the city pulsing with ever changing light. To challenge a god? To rule from the heavens, far above cluttered streets, to know nothing of the lives effected. Walking there seeking the sanctuary of the hell beneath the city, where the life blood flows on rails. Every stop is an exit, every stop is a way out. Where no man is safe, or special, and the blood never washes off the stairs, in this place we are all equal but never, never the same.