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Isolation & The Blackguard

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

I unmasked my genesis, this given patricide
While clairvoyance killed the super-ego and all meaning died.
I beheld a million brainchildren on the illiberal pyre
And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious wobbling
in abounding droning shapes
Gifted a fleece
Hymns in a spidery hand
Caught shifting in the
As a rabis tragedian, accosting this 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 fear and halter their moribound call.
Patron of
of sanity
A bulwark in heathen
flawless by the sand
Embellished by its drudges and moldering sanctimony
Through incessant mystical which the samblance of truth denies.
Self-abnegation and abjected to a gallantry-show,
Of needless threats - This the humans of Earth bestow.
Tracing lines mounting glee
a web-cracked smile
Eldritch of father time
of mead and bile
Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound. of the perceptive and in the nebulous enwrapped, signing the great necrology - By odius gibber entrapped.
of a numbing host
Communal vestigial
of immaculate 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
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A bulwark in heathen
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 with an eerie truth - A obfuscating novelty.
of misanthropy
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The bulwark of these heathen
flawless by the sand