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Isolation Icon & The

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

I unmasked my genesis, this given inbound
While 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 hand
Caught shifting in the
As a rabis tragedian, accosting imbecile morale
impeaching their cerulean innocence my laceration of faith prevailed.
Debonairity instantly gifted, I now fail to bewail their fall, as I sneer at their febrile fear and halter their call.
of Misanthropy
Avatar of
A bulwark in lands
flawless by the sand
Embellished by its drudges and sanctimony survives
incessant mystical obese which the samblance of truth denies.
Self-abnegation resounding and to a gallantry-show,
Of flimsy threats - This the humans of Earth bestow.
Tracing lines mounting glee
Flashed a smile
turns of father time
Concoction of 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 numbing
vestigial bride
Litaire of zeal
the "I"
In the maelstrom still imploring in coltish laboured need, the of heterogeneity are a gasping noxious breed. Dissimulating the plausible, nugatory accolade of disillusion, with eveningsongs of undiluted clemency drabbled in pure confusion.
Patron of
of sanity
A bulwark in 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 lamentation lupine I walk in knavery, mordacious an eerie truth - A rampant obfuscating novelty.
Patron of
of prophanity
The bulwark of heathen lands
flawless by the sand