Inconsistent ideals tend to choke on their vanity
"God-given" laws to
Only such self-righteous species
Could elevate itself above the beast
While itse
The day of eclipse
Brought by baptism of fire
Rebirth of future
Falls
Hear and listen!
You who sermon on purity
But stand a spectrum
Carrion on the altar, in the temple of reformer
Guts of
Mirror, tell me why I cannot see
Where is the unjustice,
The black sheep of cosmology, awake!
From your slumber of molten
When the sun won't shine on you
They are inside you,
A scream-like laughter echoes in your head
As the cross-eyed dancers
Sacred absurdities stumble down the catwalk
Silky fabrics of fraud conceal
It is time to break down the pedestal of self-denial
You've
Shivering shadow of a man
You'll tumble down, I swear
Avert those
To thirteen nights, i have exorcised my rites, layed a
I raise the chalice abode of the dead.I'm susceptible to
I once walked in shadowland. I heard the howls of
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