Lungs filled with sand and Thorns
Buried in marrow Wounds pour sterile blood
As I gaze upon the cells of God
The holy waters wet my hands
Walls of logic shatter the matter
And the horrid gift is renounced
Through the laws of chaos nature proceeds
Embodying its primeval state
Hoarding unrivaled fears of collapse
Is the key for the assumption of kinetic tumults
Paradigm banishes impossible words
Strangling them in a chasm
Congestion of all the horrors at once
All bonded for the death of the Sun
I’m hollowing my symmetric tomb
Nefarious Spawn of Methodical Chaos
How dare you become my scourge?
I’m devoted to my excoriating whip
The hourglass strains my anxious desires
The call of the light rots unanswered…
…and I see Perfection through distinct disorder
Chaos!
Methodical!
Chaos!
Methodical!
Chaos
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