Through the shadows of pure pain and misanthropy
Demons rise in bleak black smoke
Cloaked in black agony and nothingness
To decay in a deathless world
Means not to to thrive
Yet birth in pain from a wounded mother Earth
The womb of blood and infection
Taints the purest form of innocence
All life ceases to exist
Abandoned and dead
Skinless and blind
The faceless emerge from the grave
Speaking in tongues understood by the chosen few
Echoes of immortality and consciousness
Reverberating through endless fields of deceased life
Not a soul can not be heard
Effervescent screams of understanding
Pale skin of a ghostly silhouette
God hath no power over them
Nor the universe itself
The gaping wounds of our motherly figure
Bring to life the exiled silenced souls
Created to fail at conception
In a hopeless reality of solitude and seclusion
The misunderstood come forth together
Wearing the crown of thorns and blades
Rising as a pack of rabid wolves
The end is now the beginning