call it gloom an doomin

your gods may all be women

the devil she is known to me

shame forever eternity

pyramids did stars maligned

666 hell confined

never did I really think it through

to have a son

could he turn out like you

he was born an I’m sorry

just like I’m sorry about you

long time not seen him since

well even the chessboard has no prince

stick with the memory

reality of you

just will not do

count the cost

rotten fruit from the mother’s genes

hope otherwise lunacy

can’t carry this hate

line in the sand

angel has fallen