Memories of a satanic ROCKSTAR

These battle cries forever in my mind,
Tears streaked with blood and sweat,
Forever reminding me of the battles won through bloodshed.

Scrape the rust from your blade,
for today we fight,
Fight for your god if it exists-
Though I doubt.

I plant the seed of hatred in your minds,
And carve them into your children's heads with rhyme,
for I will always be here,
In memory- if nowhere else.