Friday, May 22, 2009

Avarice

(Some syllables are not to be just let out in the open...
I therefore return to this repository of my demonic encounters with myself,
been a long break)

oh mankind i hear your cursed soul
wailing slob & sufferning cold

Killing your newborn dreams
Before they make you walk
your decaying faith
cause they act in unexpected ways
And you can't let go of your modernity

Always scared to fall in
The Abyss of evolved reality
Torching Everything once alive
Flames the only source of light
encapsulated and pimped..
what you always wanted.

I turn to sloth
to save me from
the wrath of my knowledge
The lesser sin
the highest crime
but we're playing as a team
aren't we?