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Isolation & The Blackguard

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

I unmasked my genesis, given inbound patricide
While clairvoyance the super-ego and this all meaning died.
I beheld a million brainchildren on the illiberal pyre
And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious hive
Draped in abounding droning
a bluebottle fleece
Hymns scribbled in a spidery
Caught 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 their fall, as I at their febrile fear and halter their moribound call.
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A in heathen lands
Blasted by the sand
Embellished by its drudges and sanctimony survives
Through incessant obese which the samblance of truth denies.
resounding and abjected to a gallantry-show,
Of flimsy threats - This the humans of Earth bestow.
lines with mounting glee
Flashed a smile
Eldritch turns of father
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 nebulous enwrapped, the great necrology - By odius gibber entrapped.
Widower of a host
Communal bride
Litaire of zeal
the "I"
In the maelstrom still imploring in coltish laboured need, the headsmen of heterogeneity are a gasping 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
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 lupine I walk in knavery, mordacious with an eerie truth - A obfuscating novelty.
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The bulwark of these lands
Blasted flawless by the