I am The bitter of Nectar Dripping from forbidden lips Hiding FAANGs lined with flesh A wounded fruit lies beneath branches RAPED bare On Promised Land not yet ripe where innocence once bloomed plenty Now scared from hoofprints beneath the GODLESS Who've summoned the PUNISHMENT of GOD'S PLAN

-THE GAVEL

The Blood on Thier hands will not taint my soil

Innocent lives lost will Fertalize my Neglected Lands and give birth to trees my children will harvest

Until THE END let the heads of the WICKED ROLL

-TERROR FIRMA