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[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