Two new thorns pierce thy brow, one way guardian exit my life now!
Robe of sorrowful guilt around me, by thorns with which they crowned me!
With awful love which found no room, doomed to death must bring to doom!
Now lye your head down to the stone, power crushes pride, your overthrown!...

(.crs.) You will fall to dust beside me,
Refuse myself in the presence of deity,
Release your lust as it gets heavy,
These wounded hands build much more slowly...

This desolate life with violent ways, has pushed my mind to a diabolical place,
There's no preparation that can help me embrace, the thoughts & the feelings when I saw the devil's face,
Right when I thought that I found my calling, I was depraved in crimson depths, ever falling...
...endure lost lovers, once the end never again, imagine the fiery wonders...

...DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING!...

(.crs.)

Be ashamed if you run from your obligation to fight, imaginary line divides trash from value tonight,
Set a trap in back to snap & wait, set fire to the doors & break the front gates,
Burn the bridge & kill any who dare to cross, carry the bodies of the dead & search for the lost,
Leave them burning in their walls they built, feel no mercy, feel no guilt!...

These broken hands will always stay true to their oaths,
With our riches & our values close, we will make a toast,
Children, weapons, golds, gods & lives at most...

At the tip of a sword you'll fall to ruin, you can never kill me, you can never take my numen,
My deity appears in her heavenly illumine, as she comes to me she Free's in me a deep serotonin,

I'm cutting out the bull sh!t & kickin' out the ladder, pierce thy heart with a golden swivel dagger,
A blade which has only known the blood of royalty, slow entry through the meat & chest cavity,
Release a breath as the cold, gold & chrome enters, the people must fight for each other so to their enemy the attention centers,
Allow this hypocritical savior to exit, rows of men marching to their battle drums,
the beat of death set!...

DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !
DIE OR! DIE! RESISTING! ! !

Die! Or Die Resisting.
Austin J. Frick
Age Of Reason Is Now
2-2-'12