Manifest destiny dogmatic fantasy 7 trumpets fall on 12 deaf ears moral constructs of one bad day fall to ambiguity futility of human existence fictionalized morality
the punishment for truth is what gives impunity to those that lie to forge the will of the those who dwell above
new sights of torment new sights beneath behold unsightly beast oh have I been here before?
mid-scorned and nightmares self-induced propelled seeking out unsightly lairs where truth and torment were once held father appear in vengeful form as we sought devotion creating wind and storm
sharp tongues were severed renounce verses took his toll drunk with desire to feast on their control a glance above the abyss sought a challenge, he’d remiss like calmed whore, seated in front row branded, abhorred
I need to you to tell me what paradise is like for I'm starting to forget without the tools to sense abstract truths objectively defined and cultural absolutes seeded thought of what was real how I yearn what it is to feel without structure in this kneel with his tongue now estranged from their prayers, in a rage left his bitter clout unassuaged
and yet, his demise drew near as he held no fear stood his ground up to his peers and he slayed whom they revered he slayed whom they revered
ever fading creative, baited without sin where true colors blight and jagged from within wherein first dawn cried when she burned alive held out my disdain for prophet’s name in vain
without the tools to sense abstract truths objectively defined and cultural absolutes seeded thought of what was real how I yearn what it is to feel without structure in this kneel with his tongue now estranged from their prayers, in a rage left his bitter clout unassuaged unsightly beast, sleep
collateral dissonance of a thriving society or of a dying empire? of a dying empire
the tell on their face says all goodness spent deprive the beast from the least innocent dusk in cold and cloudless skies self-eject where tender fruit denies they explain his hearts they are to drain in pain
now, who’s to blame? oh thriving shepherd release those you contort distort my senses misreport unsound lost fury’s for those extort trying to figure out what you stood for
ever fading creative, baited without sin where true colors blight and jagged from within wherein first dawn cried when she burned alive held out my disdain for prophet’s name in vain
abhorred re-torn in beauty where malice wept entwined in storms whose throne benights across these shores
abhorred re-torn frail beauty where malice crept entwined in storms whose throne obliged to demon form have I been here before? I haveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
