In the world of the snowflakes
one such as I would be now pushing up daisies
frozen in casket as bones send memories it was too much
The original knows not sort
for there are men and there are malignant carcasses
who survive on the split blood of lives and **** earths harvests
Blazing Sadists in alpine furs
revel in despondency cooked in owned vapid sauce
showing potency aligned to their pains and soulless degeneration
A pillar walks in Divine Grace
with the lustre of enlightened granite beyond reproach
for the worth of truth in virtuous light ignites quakes in the unwell
Our earth now moribund
heroes and heroines in selfless toil staving doom
while cancerous wraiths in odious vanes stirs hemlock dawn to dusk
In gainsay and sages wisdom
light and dark realms akin yet depart to find their fits
in the presence of pestilence I find peace and harmony lives within
In glory of Light I was not made to hate and harbor anguish and pain