Take This as a Threat - Tirades

A disgrace to the grace you preach to

the ones that you call brothers by blood.

Gold digger, go figure.

You and me, not alike.

I draw this line, to set things right.

The sky will darken

No light, no hope

Heavily abusing, the power of your god.

We will murder your memory.

And the day it all starts crashing down

And the mammon you love more than

life takes an end, my soul will rejoice.