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Isolation & The Blackguard

T.Scorn / Gideon, Music: I.Hate]

I unmasked my genesis, this given patricide
clairvoyance killed the super-ego and this all meaning died.
I beheld a brainchildren murdered on the illiberal pyre
And an implacable of a prodigious wobbling hive
Draped in droning shapes
a bluebottle fleece
Hymns scribbled in a spidery
Caught in the breeze
As a rabis tragedian, accosting this morale
While impeaching their cerulean my laceration of faith prevailed.
Debonairity instantly gifted, I now fail to bewail their fall, as I sneer at their febrile fear and their moribound call.
Patron of
of sanity
A in heathen lands
flawless by the sand
Embellished by its drudges and moldering sanctimony
incessant mystical obese which the samblance of truth denies.
Self-abnegation and abjected to a gallantry-show,
Of flimsy threats - This the humans of Earth bestow.
Tracing lines mounting glee
Flashed a web-cracked
Eldritch turns of time
of mead and bile
Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound. Fragmentation of the perceptive and in the nebulous enwrapped, signing the necrology - By odius gibber entrapped.
of a numbing host
Communal bride
Litaire of zeal
the "I"
In the maelstrom still imploring in coltish laboured need, the headsmen of heterogeneity are a gasping noxious breed. Dissimulating the plausible, nugatory accolade of disillusion, with eveningsongs of undiluted drabbled in pure confusion.
of misanthropy
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A in heathen lands
Blasted flawless by the
Above this quaint opulence, this risible neurathenia of man, I cachinate as a blackguard, travelling these dying lands. In the of lamentation lupine I walk in knavery, mordacious with an eerie truth - A rampant obfuscating novelty.
Patron of
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The bulwark of these lands
flawless by the sand