Generals gathered in their masses. Just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction. Sorcerers of death's construction. . In the fields the bodies burning.
Withering time, so elusive, so shapeless. Graceful coil, crumbling glory, it will revive. Exalt the endless chain. Exalt the withering times. . Time decides what lives or dies.
The path I walked is now. covered in dust of contrition. as you say I've lost my way. The nights getting clouded over. I hear the echo of your call. Sweet words softly weaving.
Two figures ride towards the sunset.. Searching for truth, only one shall return.. Bring it down, tonight.. Reprisal for our loss.. We are the nightmare, the chosen silence..
You hypnotize me. I do not dare to look. You mesmerize me. Don't even dare to feel. . I want to have it just to prove, I can take control. I want to have it just to show them, I won't be fooled.
We are falling to the ultimate depths of desperation and greed,. Loosing ourselves in the search for perfection and need.. . Damn the seed - hypocrisy. Humanity is all we need,.
Wandering below the frozen mountains. through the old vast woods. into the ancient realm. embraced by sacred roots. enlightened by the golden dawn that shines upon the path, the path of the lost.
War. Is in my head. As I meditate. On my enemies death. To a life of struggle. I submit. Cos I know this battle. Is Heaven sent. . War, War, War, War.
Blood looks like paste on the wall. Bodies lay lifeless like dolls. A moment that felt like days. Lives extinct with inner rage. . Noxious, I don't realize.
I love the stars, the dark, the moon, the satellites. This is when I write, so how could I fear the night?. Instead it's when a glimpse of light appears.
There are three possible conditions of - three possible conditions of lifecycle!. Distract that mask on your face, the wisdom you crawl also needless to say!.
To love. A world worth leaving. After all these years. Have we all just given up. Did tired minds get the best of us. . To leave. A world worth loving.
What keeps you up at night?. What makes your brain, with hate, destroy the calm?. It's been too fucking long. Since I've been asking these questions on my own.
Is it feasable for humankind to fly. Wondered and searched for all my finite life. As the volent creatures I desire. From the vault of heaven I'll salute the sky.
There is a howling in the distance. There is a crying in the cold. And in the falling darkness I can hear them call. The wind and the masters of all. .
I don't want to talk about it but I've gotta get it off my mind. It feels like we're drifting and I don't know the reasons why. I thought I put a lot in to it but it's all been lost in time.
In the stillness of my mind I know I might not find the answers I am seeking now. All the beauty's left behind I'm so dissatisfied to live with never breathing now, now.
Preference. Line Rock or Needle. Either way it's time to elevate. Let's hope this time we aren't tempting fate,. Paranoid delusions. Must serve the flesh.