Alive to take the demons live take impostors Your insides will not hide the black skillful makeup and mask.
Hell sons pouring lead madness and fear, are blind to the gate where all become dust.
In a coma ugliness programmed mind there is no life,
only there is a war for survival. All are like theater actors where the viewer death itself energized suffering. There will be blood on the walls of your palace, purple color changes
recall that you have forgotten the commandment of the creators. It is an illusion to believe in their limitless power