The cry of the stone idols

Tears the old wounds open

Long forgotten laws

Reverberate with pounding of my heart


Living in me is the pain

Of misplacement and grief

Of having nothing real to gain

Civilization is the thief


Persistrence guarding my identity

I've laid thr cornerstone

Of misantropic supremacy


Sick of omnipersistent verbal seizure

Meaningless backdrop existence

I withdraw and step aside

Grinding sheding annihilating


Clenching my fists I give out a cry

Of suppressed hatred and prisoned mind

What you worship I call a lie

Blindness and idiocy of all mankind


Perseverance

Stronger than ever

Led by the principles

Of misantropic supremacy