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A neurotic quintessence
06:46
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A nuclear Armageddon became our present,
drenched in violence as chaos reaps.
A shameless home far from the dare we had
as void was felt revolting, a breath deceived.
We march towards an unfertile dissolution,
the haunted banquet of drunken vermin,
remembering the light we were before,
cast away by the quintessence of agony.
So we were defeated by the barren sky,
weeping the neurotic discipline of distortion.
Laying tiredness as gods of pity and cries,
a delightful gaze enjoying extinction.
Claimed by a dire worthless campaign,
mere chains to pound against the aftermath.
Victimized by the failure between wealth and greed,
we shelter no comfort, an insight degrading.
Greatness is a fake mistreat where glimpses of gold falls,
such dim poetry corroding the shores dressed in bitterness.
We have touched the dismal treats with bare hands
and bought mankind’s future as pity bore the final sight.
We won’t ever be innocent as before,
our mind is twisted, falling through miserable sins.
Life has called us infected blooming whores,
the insane epitaph of mankind’s dreams!
Our wretched blood rages through a screaming labyrinth
to blame the just with the density of unholy matters.
Like a glory that was never fed with light,
a treacherous darkness roaring notorious highlights.
So we are lead with no sympathy as Death steals prosperity,
like thousand rhymes from hearts poisoned and mistreated.
A world suffering as hope dances while drowning in guilt
for we were once light but now only doubt loves us… still!!!
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Welcome a vicious delirium to quench the stains
of a world that has raped its dreary end.
Subtle manoeuvres to feast upon seduction,
a portrait of a mirage inflicting pleasures to blame.
Where once the kingdom of nonsense, a capitalist society,
came to be a world aimed at an inscrutable banner.
To command the body to quench all desire,
the blowing of the wind, the entering of arcane roaring manners.
This is a lurid yet common pleasantry
of flesh hideously amusing upward schemes.
A drunken bond glancing towards oblivion,
such frail sighs agonizing an erotic comedy.
The sentinels have destroyed what we once were,
sin has caught us in a web of warmth and destitution.
Blame the nebulous angels that first fell
for they have brought us disturbance and hell!
Our efforts being insights for carnal abuse,
the ways of undistinguished satisfaction.
Wreak the flame with the painful strain,
blame chaos and the shameless sickness.
Thousands moans cover this infertile world,
a dying race lead by a virulent plan.
To urge the beast among mankind’s leftovers
where a feast on sexual needs has no shame.
A thick white carpet bathed us in promises
for the holy karma has been pounded by depravity.
So warm became the feathering revelations of lustful sculptures,
the unleashing of razor storms to bitter the firm daggers.
This is the contemplation of what deprives the intellect
and fills the void once crippled by immorality.
To only work upon the flesh and inconsequential ecstasies,
a rampart of sanguineous serpentine wonderings!!!
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Summoning the End
06:35
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Science was to be trusted, a pathway of rich values,
the golden kingdom in which all ought to exist.
Yet, night came with visions of a bitter provenance
disguised by the sudden scream of bereavement.
The merry thoughts were shivered on a pathetic sphere,
perplexed by the artworks of blistering atrocities.
Delusion couldn’t avert the caustic touch of Armageddon,
a vicious radiance, a bloody scorned trophy.
By ruin, a malformed strain bred from ashes,
innocents transfigured, shamelessly deprived of elegance.
Contorted into a downfall by the swing of madmen,
a cold harvest of errors, the disarray of walking puzzles.
Lies unfolded between requiems,
a new epoch for parasites…
Their blistering face shedding tears, a weakened evidence
of pale sad humans now trying to survive.
A pity that, not matter how fair the soul,
Hell has arisen to conduct all into judgment’s final pay.
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The unforgiving hunger
07:08
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I have sunk into an inexhaustible, unnerving sin,
an unnatural stroke at the face of God.
The urge to twist with a smile the sickest bliss
slithering what moral once controlled.
I am held by an obscene spawned weakness,
a companion to what does not feel alive.
An exquisite pleasure no art could concede,
a craving laying on what’s left of mankind.
How can I regain the wealth I had before
if now I only feel my need rising?
A hideous gnarling wound seeking not beauty
but the gathering of flesh for surviving?
The world failed through war and starvation,
a mirrored hell for servants of will.
The benightedness of uncommon deeds
smearing a void with vicious yearnings to fill.
Laying desire as the embodiment of madness,
delusion striking blatantly at wisdom.
I see mornings losing the once adored dawn
fleeing scared towards dusk with no repentance, a shame relentless.
Such is the vile need of desperate men
as a play for survival forgets all that moral taught.
The churning visions of hunger melting my desire with blood
and the screams are far to be heard, dignity losing will!
A disguise for constrained philosophies where significance is null,
parched pathways of errors befriending the ruins of my mind.
I have been a man, now an abominable experience of endurance,
the unlimited curse that greets and kills the hero in you!!!
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outro - The Barren Sky
02:43
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