Heathen
Discreet but familiar cradles bound and chained by fountains of sin with the
southern wind laden amongst conversations of warrented end,unraveling
sinister phenomenon conquering far beyond listen to the laughter of the
thousand year grace now out of place. Recieve your invincible step into the
crucible suffer as it becomes part of you the primitive is submission it justifies
intuition and compromises purity a disgrace to an extent. Violent distractions are
welcomed a nightmare to penetrate the corrupted air communion taken in time of
memory a hybrid kind stands as saints of conspiracy in an uncertain century.
One night of decimation can leave an imprint of dangerous perpetual events to
come, to lack confrontation and silence those who deem it exceptable to view
peace with melee and destruction. Blasphemy and betrayal to be celebrated lift
the vail to reveal a monstrous secret with in the labyrinth of time a tragedy sung in
overtures,seek salvation in omens and prophecies the diluted and flawed shall
return to roost only to discover the meek have sown seed and lay claim to your
land with deeds. Would this be the work of your filthy deity to worship none of
which will set you free testify unto thee with in the warmth of the soltice that the
fragile will survive the disciples are now messias the begining was always the
end the deception was always truth abandoned for control sorrow written on
broken scrolls.
Copyright © Cole Beck | Year Posted 2008
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