The idea of fate rests clearly on the horizon of my soul.
If i was to take my own life no peace would be found.
Only rage, the true evils of my mind clash with the principles of sanity and begin a dance of unrivaled beauty.
Within this dance.
Within its rhythm.
Hides the true form of chaos and fear.
Hungry, broken and helpless, the equation is not equal.
Judgement is to be enacted, let his hands guide his future.
As fate rises into karma the dance evolves into a brawl.
Bloody and gruesome.
Slow and painful.
Sanity is purged by evil, a fiery cleansing.
To which I am given a front row seat.
Rejoice. Repent. Repeat.