Ne Prorsus Interirent

Unrelentless unforeseen neverending not serene, vacant town of bliss and horror the end of sanity a walk with declining humanity. In said tales of ill faded spells was it wise to stand face to face with the creator of man rings of Saturn fire will conclusion ever inspire. With hate I shallow this doomed empire will they remember that faith never crossed the line sunset angels fought to stay blind. Your ultimate guidance will crucify me and evade the truth that lay dormant inside me, play your Mozart and your Bach mother is god in the eyes of a child turn your back but for a while let me live in my denial. Darkness hides behind the face of great do you trust your walk with deceiving eyes chant the name of Soloman its your prayer of hope whisper from beyond I am Zion.