Isolation Icon & The
[Text: T.Scorn / Gideon, I.Hate]
I unmasked my genesis, this given patricide While clairvoyance the super-ego and this all meaning died. I beheld a million brainchildren murdered on the pyre And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious hive Draped in abounding droning a bluebottle fleece Hymns in a spidery hand Caught shifting in the As a rabis tragedian, this imbecile morale While impeaching their cerulean innocence my of faith prevailed. Debonairity instantly gifted, I now fail to bewail their fall, as I sneer at their febrile fear and halter moribound call. Patron of of sanity A in heathen lands Blasted flawless by the Embellished by its drudges and moldering sanctimony Through incessant obese which the samblance of truth denies. resounding and abjected to a gallantry-show, Of needless threats - This the humans of Earth bestow. lines with mounting glee Flashed a smile Eldritch turns of father 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 great necrology - By odius entrapped. Widower of a numbing vestigial 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 of disillusion, with eveningsongs of undiluted clemency drabbled in pure confusion. Patron of of sanity A bulwark in heathen flawless by the sand Above this quaint opulence, this risible neurathenia of man, I cachinate as a blackguard, travelling these dying lands. In the ablart of lamentation I walk in knavery, mordacious with an eerie truth - A rampant obfuscating novelty. of misanthropy Avatar of The bulwark of these lands flawless by the sand