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Isolation Icon & The

[Text: T.Scorn / Gideon, I.Hate]

I unmasked my genesis, this given patricide
clairvoyance killed the super-ego and this all meaning died.
I beheld a million brainchildren murdered on the pyre
And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious wobbling
in abounding droning shapes
Gifted a fleece
scribbled in a spidery hand
Caught in the breeze
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 fear and halter their moribound call.
Patron of
Avatar of
A bulwark in heathen
Blasted flawless by the
by its drudges and moldering sanctimony survives
Through incessant mystical obese which the samblance of denies.
Self-abnegation and abjected to a gallantry-show,
Of needless flimsy threats - This the humans of bestow.
Tracing lines mounting glee
Flashed a web-cracked
Eldritch turns of father
of mead and bile
Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and mass is bound. Fragmentation of the perceptive and in the nebulous enwrapped, signing the great necrology - By odius gibber entrapped.
Widower of a numbing
Communal vestigial
Litaire of immaculate
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.
Patron of
of sanity
A bulwark in heathen
Blasted 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 lupine I walk in knavery, mordacious with an truth - A rampant obfuscating novelty.
of misanthropy
Avatar of
The bulwark of heathen lands
flawless by the sand