live.from the funeral of hope

… truly, truly this is the end. the all consuming cancer\'s dead. you are weak and we know it well your years were spent within this cold, dark cell thy mouth gapes open but there is no scream the nightmare is over, you may begin to dream there was no glory in thy futile war can you smell victory while rotting on the floor? nothing to heal your wounds today cursed be thy voice (be still, be still) OBEY! there’s nothing you can do, nowhere to flee here, have some blood enjoy the aftertaste of lost mortality. he is ready dead already we are here to tear down hope to bash it down and vomit it’s blood we are here to dehumanize. *contains quotes