Seeds of the Suffering

Lies, deceitful words of impatience

Futile words of evasion

The gods that have once spoken to me

Have abandoned me to my pre-destined state

A state in which there are no words, is no language

Only the language of the endless suffering

Suffering that brings me to appreciate my new found existence

One that spawns forth a new being

A being in which there is no appreciation for his fellow man

to see

Hatred and remorse unto those who have punished me

Punishment to cold to see

I don't see, I don't see

One that I have once created

Forced to change, I don't need

The path of abomination of all things

For I am now a seed, that will one day set forth a new race

One that will cleanse my soul

Anticipation of the weak-minded fools

One that my once beloved gods will not recognize

Race which feeds off the suffering

As the mortals cry out their new found god

The race grows strong

Until the day

The day of judgement

The race grows strong

Until the day.