A Pretext to Human Suffering - Rotting Sanctum

Here I rot
In my home
Here I rot in my home

The roots of the earth have consumed my home
Merely just a shell of what used to stand
A burden i bear alone
Left desolate and alone
Monuments of terror
Enslaved in foreign lands
The throne is mine to claim
Spread in vain
Terror
Suffer
Suffer In vain
Terror reigns down
In lands
We shed only
Suicide- killed them
Innocent too

You will see the god of the idiots
You will see
Nothing will change
We are just a congress of seeded
We cant grow
Give us a sign

Execution, Slaughter, Fear
I am brutal severe
The words of god, I am obsessed
Line up the condemned
Put them to death

Put the book down
You know
Of all men
Refuse to kill
We will not
Back down
We must
Live in the format design