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The Ego is this tomb, an anamorphosis perception of this darkness of self-destruction, disguised as the "inner voice" we use to silence our ever-deafening true conscious.
The conscious does not see it's own deception by the Ego; it does not see these black clouds snuffing out our inner sun -- our transcendant truth.
Instead it gazes outward, seeing a mask of untroubled sky...the mask that keeps the conscious ignorent of it's current state of dillusion.
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Silent is the Sun, so quiet as She is hung
The people converge in commune to mourn...
Bearing the burdon of a thousand skies,
Suffocation snuck in throught the lungs
As they watched their only remnant of hope
-- Curl up and die
Born again by her descent, the scavengers reign supreme - servile to the vultures above;
the unseen watchers, the terrorizers from the sky,
Volatile as pigs before swine.
Her descecrated remains - abandoned by the jackles, wandering astray -
-- Now is seeking her unabashed corrosion to penetrate the Virgin soil, upon which she lay...
Perforating down her unaccosted sorrow; so abysmal, the ills of subterranea dare not follow.
Keeping the abhorrent at her heels, into the void she crawls.
Mother Earth's umbilical tomb, conceiving the precipice of darkness, infinite; to swallow this night whole...
To eclipse heaven above, this Metamorphosis,
This perpetual: soaring ascendant from so deep within, absent light of creation.
Absent light, perpetual; soaring ascendant from so deep with in (so deep within)
The reciprocal re-animation has brought forth our abhorrent enemy; Reborn in profligating transience,
To masticate and consume all but the light from our eyes so we might peer through the emptiness foreshadowed by the ancients
Only to witness the violation of the innocent,
Only to witness the pillage and rape of our humanity,
Inscrpted in the evanescant sands of time,
To be remembered nevermore (Silent is the Sun)
We are these tomb, these masters of our self-perceptive anamorphosis, our Black Plague thought - but decieved - to be redemption...
Our Vile Kings and Parasite Dreams only pour forth rivers of gasoline to ignite the consuming flames
-- of our cognitive deception.
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