Subtle, subsequent referrals, magnified illustrious trophies of sophisticated reversals, amplified polytheistic, magnanimous ignorance, concavities of yesterday, plinths of narcissistic idiosyncrasy
Lovers' letters, divine phantasmagoria, caretakers that care not, ludicrous tendencies to outrun the inevitable, for the sake of what?
Framed, obscene, fraternised duplicity that mimics the cavalry, lovelorn indulgence that carries whispers of fallacy, crying antiquities, abnormally normal and docile, lacking reverberation
Could it be that of all the misused, cracked emissaries of truth, I must be the one to throttle the invisible, to evaporate the guilt ridden corpse of apathy, to dissect the puritanical hypocrisy and mop up the distasteful gruel from the floor?
Will I be enough as the crow laments the day of the dead, as the dawn approaches that the men of Erevos denounce their heritage and detouch from greed driven routes and programs?
Am I given the blessing, the sword of truth, the annointment of the stars, do I listen to the scream of the damned, shall I prevail?
Layers of cancerous growth, filaments of failure, flamboyant disasters, treacherous and ruthless, the jackals of Seth are losing their marbles and spiral down into entropic shock.
Will the hand of Providence enchant my song?
Lovers' letters, divine phantasmagoria, caretakers that care not, ludicrous tendencies to outrun the inevitable, for the sake of what?
Framed, obscene, fraternised duplicity that mimics the cavalry, lovelorn indulgence that carries whispers of fallacy, crying antiquities, abnormally normal and docile, lacking reverberation
Could it be that of all the misused, cracked emissaries of truth, I must be the one to throttle the invisible, to evaporate the guilt ridden corpse of apathy, to dissect the puritanical hypocrisy and mop up the distasteful gruel from the floor?
Will I be enough as the crow laments the day of the dead, as the dawn approaches that the men of Erevos denounce their heritage and detouch from greed driven routes and programs?
Am I given the blessing, the sword of truth, the annointment of the stars, do I listen to the scream of the damned, shall I prevail?
Layers of cancerous growth, filaments of failure, flamboyant disasters, treacherous and ruthless, the jackals of Seth are losing their marbles and spiral down into entropic shock.
Will the hand of Providence enchant my song?
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