Filthy, vile, disgusting sacks of fat. You roam your stinking earth throwing garbage on what you supposedly cherish. You injure those you love. You scream at your brother. Why then should you all assume such an arrogant and special stance? For as your body decays and the stink and fluids leak from your bloated carcass you will be revealed for what you are: garbage.

So go ahead and pretend to enjoy your days. I can see right through your translucent skin to the knot of fear welling in your chest. As each day passes you near your own death and demise. You near the day when my icy, bony nails will rake across your face and stomach spilling forth a sea of blood and guts with which to feed my hellhounds. You are nothing but a sack of air, fat, blood and sinew. So enjoy it while it lasts for soon you will be returned to the hell from which you were born.

On a brighter note, there is a new Vastum album on the horizon. So please listen to their 2013 demented and Oedipal release Patricidal Lust. And as you do so try to think about how horrid you are to each other and how you are only making my job that much easier.

Alone in my infection
The price of affection
Cycle of echoing pain
Brings endless sleepless torture
Unpredictable microscopic
Invisible attacker.

Hail Satan,

– Ritual Grim