Narrow Road

There is no guarantee of blood and blasphemy...only the altar of necessary tar and of holy resin...i suggesta glass full of poison for you(?)...are you shaking like a walking skeleton?...swollen like an eyeless druid?...whine will only get you a noose...
Bathe in the altar with the swine...the pyramids call the witches but the witches have vanished into the brothel...who is left to struggle?...who is left to fire that bullet?...and the names of the snaked will always change...with two crosses fixed as order...i took a piss on your future graves plot...negation of the physical for the sake of the voyage...recess into genocide for the sake of intelligence...someone must lose...no tolerance for tolerance...take your views to another window before i smash it and slice your throat on the shards...no tolerance for tolerance.