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Isolation & The Blackguard

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

I unmasked my genesis, this given inbound
While clairvoyance the super-ego and this all meaning died.
I beheld a brainchildren murdered on the illiberal pyre
And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious wobbling
in abounding droning shapes
Gifted a bluebottle
scribbled in a spidery hand
Caught in the breeze
As a rabis tragedian, accosting this morale
While impeaching cerulean innocence my laceration of faith prevailed.
Debonairity gifted, I now fail to bewail their fall, as I sneer at their febrile fear and halter their moribound call.
Patron of
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A bulwark in heathen
flawless by the sand
Embellished by its and moldering sanctimony survives
Through incessant mystical obese the samblance of truth denies.
resounding and abjected to a gallantry-show,
Of flimsy threats - This the humans of Earth bestow.
Tracing with mounting glee
Flashed a web-cracked
turns of father time
Concoction of mead and
Boundless preternatural wrangling and 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 gibber entrapped.
Widower of a host
vestigial bride
Litaire of immaculate
the "I"
In the maelstrom still imploring in coltish 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.
of misanthropy
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A bulwark in lands
Blasted flawless by the
Above 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 rampant obfuscating novelty.
Patron of
Avatar of
The bulwark of these heathen
Blasted flawless by the