[Demon_Hunter]

This was written on Monday evening. It was a long, frustrating day, which ended in a wreck, 1 ticket, and a guy attempting to follow me home from school and acting in a threatening manner.

The mood therefore is obviously dark. It isnt polished. I just sat down and basically unleashed all of my frustrations onto the paper. I wrote half of this before a graduation recital for one of my friends, and the other half during the practice (which I was allowed to sit in on).

Certain lines I wrote down because at the time they made sense, but now their meanings are a big ambiguous and way open for interpretation.

The song itself is divided into two parts. Rather than having a traditional Verse Chorus Verse Chorus Bridge Chorus Outro arrangment, I decided on having several lines of semi related verses divided into two major sections.

Like I said above, this is fairly raw. Straight from my brain to the pen to the paper. I didnt stop to really think out exactly what I was trying to say. I just wrote down the flood of thoughts I had as I was rethinking my day.

Id appreciate any critiques you have to offer.

Self-Inflicted Agony
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Fire!
Your words are like bullets.
Aim well.
Strike your victims down.

On the ground they lay.
Helpless. In agony.

Like Metal!
Smashing against our bones.
Tearing our flesh apart.

Like A...
Car crash!
Brutal words like bent and broken steel.
Our bodiestorn apart by your..

Words!
Malign intent, obvious through the
slander your choose to vomit up.

Hammered down and crushed.
Humanity in all its vile unglory.
Writhing on the ground.
Like worms crushed in the mud.
Baked in the sun.
Self inflicted wounds fester.
The pride of a race has its price.
A price to be paid, and paid it shall be.

A strange reccolection.
No peace for the weary and the damned.
Luther was the lucky one.

(Pt 2)

Unbridled!
Our tounges pour forth their hate!
Kill our foes and our friends.
None left standing in the end!

Do we know!?!
When we die!?!
When we rise and when we fall.
Throw away anothers life to
satisfy your own blood lust.

Dreams!
What a waste.
We wake and forget.
Rise to crush anothers life.

No Mercy!
The onslaught does not cease.
Cry no more, the dead are gone, and we are here.

Do no dwell on what you cannot change.
Its beyond humans to comprehend the flow of time.
And the memory there-of quickly fades.
Let time rot with the dead, we will soon join them.

For Augustine, it was futile.