Flesh

Look into the reflection of things and tell me, is there not beauty in despair?

Bath in the blood of enemies. Deep fry half their bodies and eat them alive. They deserve no pity.

The chills and thrills and screams. How wonderful is it's symphony.

We walk up the mountains candle in hand, meat in another. When the lights go out we feast in silence. The moon is out only company.

Forget the world, forget it all. Drown in the ecstasy that is yourself. Wake up and smell the cadavers.

Open your eyes and laugh the night away.