I desecrate, predisposed to always re-engage I deprecate, charging my words with bitterness and condemn
I'll never let your insignificance, your substandard ego Subverting my resolve and dedication I'll never take on your indecision and have no backbone I always favor destruction and bliss
I'm disinclined to ever salute a defeat To surrender or adopt a desolated stance I'll prevail
Existence is war, and joy an extravagant luxury With no struggle we but decline in miserable parody of men
Why should I submit to your taste for mediocrity When I crave for the most exquisite form of transcendence? Why should I give up on my needs of brutality When I yearn for an existence freed from All restricting bounds?
I refuse to spend my precious time here trying to abide