Deepest dark dreams leak through the phantasmagorian haze a pearl of condensed fear bedews her restless face those dreams that tell of crippled voices they always will return to torture, to remind to rage forth and to burn
fools.. yet fools they are and their vanity seals the coming of the other savior so dulled are their senses but whom will they serve when the king of jews once fades..?
so I sit and linger in the forests and on the glades ..and I dream of the crippled voices words of pure sadness reach my ear to exile me into searing madness
the infant that they once adored became one with their frenzy extolling the insidious lord
Hypocrite cloaked with a bloodstained halo
You told of the bliss The realm of heart and no dismiss nailed to her flesh by mans insistence and no chorals, no praises await thee christian prince
thy reign finally ends
You just stare and bleed and no comforting words leave thy lips.. The soil awakens from endless slumber and still thy slaves rape her with bliss as earth shatters in furious wrath they find themselves in awe of the abyss
it is the oldest fever that comes from the depths of this endless breach to cleanse the world of her torturing memories wounded, mangled an image of god, once blind, now can see..
the repercussion of their spiteful deeds and a shepherd without words to lead They will remain for all eternity on the brink from grace to tragedy