The Fatal Instinct Of Goran Zlatkovich

We live and die alone for the progress There is no place out for the beast Stare at world through the eyes of broken hope Wretched People we bear the same names Torture their souls and variations of carnival masks And a whore from a saint Difference in the lost world of consumption Because that day by the treat has been broken No more gods, nor faith, nor god This is it. Watch it. Hell Now you pray for setting free But I’ll never let you up like the face of humanity I watch your world apart Who will disclose you from your dark? Secure the damps please We shall prepare this fatted biomass The atropine wretched before You take my fucking life and nothing stayed aside But everything you've done in depths of pain you drown Drown Taste the stench of life Easily Don’t you fucking hear me, Goran? Surgical intervention I shall recommend the agony swollen And you’re fucking dead So long you've been marking up this earth with filthy stamps Immaculate - never dying, slowly, directly THE LAST BREAK DOWN I deny the human race You will never walk before a god again Trapped in cage of word, religion knows A cancer that devours Drown The highest surgery Abortion of the modern plague This world is bleeding Once again

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 25, 2026

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