The Descendent whose Visions were shallowed
By plagued Revelations
Who reluctantly
Returned to feed it’s own Apparitions of Reason
Manifested by delusions
Intoxicating
Fleeting
Where the Mirage becomes his Bless
While the ivory tower awaits His arrival
Condemn them!
In their memory!
For they know whose Blood they shed!
For they know whose Words they assemble!
For they know whose Beauty they defile!
For they know whose Children they forsaken!
~ The thorn of woven hives hatch fractals upon Gazes ~
O’ Crown of Embryos
Bless the Oblivion into Being!
O’ Prestine Decree
Of sordid Splendor…
Over Mass and of suffering is the Love
From Son to Man
Resentment of the ego
Embrace the Wills of Tomorrow
Breeding it’s Prey
Like predatory stallions
Her Inheritance will only be her mangled negligence
And Incarnate flesh
Every hope
Every dream
Every tear
Every nightmare
Shatters into the cosmic bowels
From it’s mangled memories
She ruled this Revolution
Could only feed Her Masses
Those celibate prey!
Where Her greatest creations
Became Her eternal Adversary!
Where His mind feeds from my Flesh!
Where my mind feeds His Flesh!
Where His mind feeds from my Flesh!
Where my mind feeds His Flesh!
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PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten