Husk of Sin

Liberal salutation demands skin folded in labor Within draping and warm loin cloth to boot, souls cringe. Warped as mundane propriety requires foiled choice Our bonds are produced by judicial sacrilege. Chain mail, resting place of straw, Aura of Inferno, mirth of flame, Charred faces mourn of a genocide of infamous glory. A force upon your mind is cast Summoning a guilt, an insane riddle built in your head, One of opening the sky. Your Ideas are being converted to fit the clergy Whilst these devious clergy dance to the black star. Channeling an energy of ultimate realization from The results of defiled freedom, enlightenment follows as The universe opens a gate of instinctive justice to you. Your skin is the universe, Ultimate husk of sin... With the retroversion of the truth, Biological shells as boundaries. Humanity being as pre-empted asylum, Inverse of reality creeps in like delirium of brilliant idea. Twisted illusion slowly brings forth the wholly spiral of sanity. Blood within life bubbles as death follows within a Malicious enigma built within the view of life's precipitations, A dream in which you stand at a window summoned by the holy A window with purple curtains blown by an invisible force, A shut window by which you witness, In our Church, A Cosmic War commencing astronomical. Is this scene so vivid in our minds or is it On the heath of liberation where the wicked Roam with no heavenly body? Close your eyes and hear the light ringing shimmering bells Awakening purest of sense to sound the truths Of disintegrating boundaries, Of desire for choice undefiled by the folly, Holy kindred that are charged zealously within their false Human Deity.

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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