Immolated

That cold that feeds my blood
Beholding the dead fortress of conscience
Hold my hand while I stop breathing the flames
My suffered corpse will hit the
Ground while you pray for my life
I can live anywhere
Once it be outside my flesh
Yes! I belonged to the nightmare of existence
Finally I've reached the rotting world of god
I can't accept a god bigger than death
Feel the sun getting colder
Awake the demons
You fed on your cries and laments
Revelate them in a stream of endless contempt
Memories will adorn your coffins
An orgy of mass destruction
And unordered thoughts
Mindless and violent ritual
The seed of perseverance that dies in reverence
Chaotic antithesis described in a book as salvation
Denying the image of a god
That no longer deserves being adored
Sculptured in world that forgot to be buried