Blasting the Quarry

Ashes afterlife, another elliptical ride behind the climb, A course of strife, cursed by the past forward in time. The wanderer of worlds step beside the tracks onto paths laid over tombs, Malevolent, malformed, misconstrued by literature, words consumed. Daylight is not bright, it's more like night with out the empty space, Moon bright is more likely to shroud facial features cast still in their place. Grounded in roots ashes afterlife, another elliptical ride behind the climb, A course of strife, cursed by the past forward in time. The wanderer of worlds step beside the tracks onto paths laid over tombs, Malevolent, malformed, misconstrued by literature, words consumed. Daylight is not bright, it's more like night without the empty space, Moon bright is more likely to shroud facial features cast still in place. Grounded in roots, symmetry decimates everything in chaos and torment, Annihilated by thee elder ancient that awaken and no longer dormant. I still hate your face as well as your ways, As before and afterwards, eternal and always. You disgusting being, I daydream you misery. decimates everything in chaos and torment..