misanthropy world order

The early morning fog is almost hiding the scenery I can still see the shapes of the trees. The snow covering it all lights up the surroundings turning the dead area to a beautiful landscape more beautiful then any summer field. The melancholic feeling in the air just overwhelming me bringing me inspiration to my art. But then I wake up just to realize that it's just another dream and it always will be my kind have destroyed it the one thing I actually didn't hate there will be no snow again only falling ashes they destroyed nature the balance in all that is living and that is why they deserve what I'm doing to them these fucking humans they destroyed what they thought was sub races and now I will destroy them. This is the end for you you can't hide I will find you torture with small knifes and nails is my favorit method remember that when you run for it. If you'll be good i might just shoot you. The streets is all ready flooded with your filthy blood. guts hanging in the trees like a Christmas ornament. On my throne of skulls I can see you running for your pathetic life's. This is your final hour enjoy it it's soon to be over and then we are all dead This is my misanthropy world order!

-Grotesk