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Isolation & The Blackguard

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

I unmasked my genesis, this given inbound
clairvoyance killed the super-ego and this all meaning died.
I beheld a brainchildren murdered on the illiberal pyre
And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious hive
Draped in droning shapes
Gifted a bluebottle
Hymns scribbled in a hand
shifting in the breeze
As a rabis tragedian, accosting this imbecile
While their cerulean innocence my laceration of faith prevailed.
Debonairity instantly gifted, I now fail to bewail fall, as I sneer at their febrile fear and halter their moribound call.
Patron of
of sanity
A in heathen lands
Blasted by the sand
Embellished by its drudges and moldering survives
Through incessant obese which the samblance of truth denies.
resounding and abjected to a gallantry-show,
Of needless flimsy - This the humans of Earth bestow.
Tracing lines mounting glee
Flashed a smile
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 enwrapped, signing the great necrology - By odius gibber entrapped.
Widower of a host
vestigial bride
Litaire of zeal
the "I"
In the 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 clemency drabbled in pure confusion.
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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 ablart of lupine I walk in knavery, mordacious with an eerie truth - A rampant obfuscating novelty.
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The bulwark of these lands
Blasted flawless by the