Taste the blood on your lips. Wash the blood from your hands. Savor the flesh, bury the soul, cease the light, burn the land. Wear a mask you call tradition, but deep inside a murderer is kept. Shocked by death on television, but millions died while you slept. Set the chisel to the stone, we must wake them, we must teach them. Raping the hopes of other people, race supremacist, your calling card. Close your door to the trust of others, then you wonder why they're scarred. Your eyes are blurred, full of resentment. Your heart is black, tainted by lies. Feel the pain of hated children, look into their sunken eyes. Feel the rain pouring down, the darkest storm from deep inside. Feel the weight of the blackest crimes. A life of sin for a life of pride. So now you are up above the rest on your mound of flesh and bone. The coldest chill it grips your spine, a realization that you are alone.