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The Rising Tide
Blood begins to spill from an open sea Dead bodies churn within the tide Attachment They drift against a now reddened sea These rising waters blush as their bodies As their bodies decompose Dozens of corpses buried at sea They swim in their graves They...
The Stone Cross
I sleep on a cross for my madness I exist within a foundation of stone Encircled and smothered within bars of rust It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity Sealed windows and doorways feel like decrepit paintings on the walls Pieces of immovable...
The Synthetic Sea
Finding comfort in knowledge of an enthralling higher power My transformation catalyzed from our continual encounters As I draw breath from clouds littering a synthetic sea I overlook how trustful we are. So simple, so damned naive I beg for one's own remi...
To Detonate And Exterminate
The bodies of millions Pile atop the splintered streets Of a now rotting metropolis. Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes Fabricated by their own doing. As their limbs smolder and ignite Their faces steadily ripen with immense pleasure. Self-exec...
Tongueless And Bound
Truth is eternally treason in the empire- empire of lies For our empire muzzles the lips of a savior who howls corruption His exploration of reality has ruffled the feathers of a starving vulture Classified america breeds and multiplies, vastly shrouded from u...
Unfurling A Darkened Gospel
Propel this solitary man in front of us With his corrupted global agenda Muttering into his ears Corporate money stuffed into his pockets To spread his darkened gospel In the past the crowned Once held the covenant To shape and develop a better world T...
What We Once Called Home
The last one standing the last to breathe, is innocent in my eye The last one standing the last to breathe, is innocent in my eye Lies killed the promised land, the light cuts us out, only to bring us, To what we once called home, swallow this regret, Huma...
Worming Nightfall
A landscape of mountains and filth floods my perspective Nightfall worms its way, mutating the air into a black mass of secrets It's alluring as I stand on the summit of self-destruction in all of its brilliance I have a panoramic view of my prodigal fate w...