Gently we hold our heads
on insanity's crescendo
Aimless time in fear now hide,
overthrow the plan,
confusion lies in all our words.
(Has the human soul mad?)
We barricade ourselves
in holes of temperament.
This is the dawning of a new age,
A heart that beats the wrong way,
To insanity's crescendo.
Windcolour - second sight
a touch of silence with the violence of dark.
Illusion span - the aroma of time
shadowlifes and the scent of nothingness.
Infinite fall of instinct
order of one spells deceit
Infinite lack of trust
order of one obsolete
Oh, escaping time,
is all we lost ahead?
When it is found,
can judgement make amends?
From force-fed impressions
let us mortify the mind,
each soul to violate
each instinct to be rendered false.
Torn asunder,
be the conventional forms and frames
now for the blood of heaven.
Unlearn and the cleansing comes.
Felt a tremor in pillars of the senses.
Cursed victim of a distance so near
The first dream - the clearest vision.
Aimlessly we steer
towards the night we belong to.
Oh, dearest bliss, unnerving silence
entangled within.
Empty the sun - carve out the wind.
Dimly begotten in clarity found,
Angel like tears for impurity bound.
Beseech the who darkens the stars & sky,
greet now this vision of an emerald dawn.
Lament of thunder - take comfort in fear.
lightning veins in the crude exterior.
Voice the oppression - voice the hypocrisy.
Lay down the law that made instinct fall.
Escape now and revert
the cleansing rebirth.
Affect me not; darkened vision
insanity's crescendo.
Grimly tread the footsteps torn,
rebellious stand, the seekers call to
the thorn of insanity's hand.
(Take this darkened vision from my sight!)
Nailed to the image of ignorance
Each soul to violate
for the blood of heaven.
On Insanity's crescendo,
we must tear out the blinded eye.
©infj-loki
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