Wall of Dissonance

As seasons change at an uneven tempo, the dark bells toll. All air grows thick

The dark bells toll. No withered existence when throats of the oak are sliced

First. Organic time. A waste. Desecration of. On the innocence. Wailing of

The lost. Echo of the abused chambers. Rows of exploitation. Truth

Humiliated with ignorance of their kind. Vile putrid snakes of the world.

Meet your maker. Suffer, reap what you sow. Damned make this now the

Repercussions of human hate. Suffer. Make you feel all that you create.

Human sickness now you seal your fate.