Calamity - State Of East London

As I plunge my fist unto these fragile desolate plains*

I decimate this under achieving existence

And I become one with the world and from me more will be

I stand defiant on the day that my life comes to pass

That the distant abyss holds me evidently closer in its cage

Upon this alter I am sold to this deity

Yet in death the blackness engulfs me and then

I lose myself within the pages of malcontent and massacres

A god so loved his flock he sent them rampaging

Burn those whose voices cast clear rebellion against the lord

Strangling their lifeless bodies with flame until the souls of man is pure

When forth comes this existence

Upon the alter I am sold to this deity

Await for the arrival of their false deceitful prophet

A vigorous hunt for converts who weaken without the sword

The enslavement of mankind goes uncontested

I witness a festering disgrace

I see a malevolent tyrant

Fuelled by jealousy and hatred towards those

Who oppose and withstand beyond belief

I watch this world to fall to its knees

Yet they say that we are the disease

Beginning with a breath of fresh air and a mind unpolluted

I see freely I breathe freely

I denounce myself from the prophet

And from this my life comes to end