Every shape and form mingling in the palm of the hand
Sowing the seed of choice, rendering the mind that will
Prove to be blind. Human - the native slave. Heeding
Your birthright impeccably. Questions are never raised
Imprisoned in your mind that you prove to be blind. The
Pure design is realised through reverence and foolish pride
A fabricated world is closing in. The faulty birth of virtuous
Sin. Blood upon random skin, wielding the sacrament of
Your teachings. Slaughtering righteously according to the
Mind that is made to be blind. The pure design is realised
Through reverence and foolish pride. A fabricated world is
Closing in. The faulty birth of virtuous sin. A god among
The insects. A congregated frailty. The embodiment of
Providence. A costly travesty