I ran these channels.
I bled these kings.
All so I could start over again.
Feed the daemon.
Restart the machine.
Birth from darkness that which could bring a new era unending.
What is the future?
Here lies our past.
Siphoned to conscious.
Lucid versions of a segregated cast!
No place for freedom.
End of all roads!
God’s fought men and men killed everything.
Paradise faced wrath and could not withstand.
Sundered by doctrines woven from pain.
Friction multiplied by colossi with venom.
Observed under nights filled with gnashing jaws.
Try for absolution and you find only locked doors.
Proliferation of madness wrapped with a bow.
No longer will it matter if we decided to stay or go.
Ruined my chances.
Buried my soul.
What remains is a empty bowl.