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 Avatar of 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 Avatar of The bulwark of these lands flawless by the sand