In shackles of the aftermath
Atrocities dismantled
It’s skin is torn the naked flesh bound
And to a dreaded cancer fatally exposed

The sickness welcomed blindly…
Like a volountary enslavement

Outstretched it emerge through turmoil
It’s renewal sought in incubators
So parted in abscence
Let us harvest from decay

And so it’s drawn to it’s point of breaking
The bitter half surrounds as swarming pain
In twitches and deep convulsions
Exellence falter in a clarity denied

The tainted flesh tremble through sickness
Far beyond the redemption sought in incubators
So parted in abscence
Let us harvest from decay

Herein the chaos…
The nails are carving deep
A smuthering silence
Yet it’s incisive and pounding
It’s beckon linger on
As a frustrated stillborn remain
Of the abhorrence within

A bleak deception for the blind to feel and even see
The shackles tightened, the primal painted
…in the essence of the ”humanity-disease”

Archetype bleed forth

The denial burn as fever
And without vision waking up dead
…in a dead world