The deed is not the sin but the thought.
Slide in the aesthetics of the tempting white
Trapped beneath the laughter, insanity in disguise.
Eyes controlling hands craving life - Reality.
Infection injects injunction in the brains orientation...
Herdsman, hear the call of the wolves
Desultory smile of a blood-spitting mouth
Heterodoxy of a wizard's creation pray to the sands.
Have we fructified the frost with the pride?
We have failed.
We have played with the totem of gods.
Have we scented?
I wonder why I
Wonder
Still my "guilty"
Lets me know
I am left.
Left to leave.
Give me disease; paranoia lives within my soul.
Grotesque gentility; from the depths of isolation...
...Comes the speech of the tunnel's exit - Devilish.
Honesty; my only wish.
Masses of pus overcome my mind and... grin.
They grin.
Discerning the fascination of a wound.
They grin.
Formed from the mornings and the sin.
Hiding in the shadows of the sun.
...And grin.
Sheets of ice cover the nature
And the fires freeze to dust.
