In shackles of the aftermath
Atrocities dismantled
Its skin is torn the naked flesh bound
And to a dreaded cancer fatally exposed
The sickness welcomed blindly
Like a volountary enslavement
Outstretched it emerge through turmoil
Its renewal sought in incubators
So parted in abscence
Let us harvest from decay
And so its drawn to its point of breaking
The bitter half surrounds as swarming pain
In twitches and deep convulsions
Exellence falter in a clarity denied
The tainted flesh tremble through sickness
Far beyond the redemption sought in incubators
So parted in abscence
Let us harvest from decay
Herein the chaos
The nails are carving deep
A smuthering silence
Yet its incisive and pounding
Its beckon linger on
As a frustrated stillborn remain
Of the abhorrence within
A bleak deception for the blind to feel and even see
The shackles tightened, the primal painted
in the essence of the humanity-disease
Archetype bleed forth
The denial burn as fever
And without vision waking up dead
in a dead world