The Manual of The Corrupted

Make thee a blade of thy tongue,
the path before you is weary and black...
Cut a way through, and create a means from chaos.
Write the oath upon passing souls,
As then it may never washed...
Stricken from existence....
Just as your opposers shall soon be.

Make a pen of thy hands, to write new,
a history written in tainted blood.
Destroy whatever must now be obliterated...
Of Anarchy and discourse shall be the
reign of the so called justified powers.
Decimate all that you wish,
and rebuild as you please...

Make a madness of thy sanity,
The arrogant mind shall govern
the narcissistic ego,
and to its own, the former self,
shall be wiped with filth by such a demonic lust
for power...
Forget shall you ,all that is love.