Arkaik Soliloquies Of The War Machine
Emerging from skeletal canopies
Mask lit embers peering through the carves
Rusted fingers begin to purge
Through the silhouettes of ether
Crafting an end to the elements
Sawing the branches to dust
Speaking a beginning to empires
Grasping upwards their geometry
Encompassing a snarl of tapestries
Here is a machine that toils its rapture
Mounting its abrasions on the corpse of humanity
Iron sided tears feed its mask of skeletal masterpieces
It rips to pieces all it touches
And so it feeds on all that spills
It is the force of all that plunders
A heaving city forged of steel
Wreaking its havoc upon the burial ground
That soaks away the fumes of life
The machine grinds away
Destroying as a means to an end
Ripping away light that snaps apart like bright
ligaments
Once attached to the body of reason
This is a city thats feeds upon
The sunrise leaking clawline to the
Forest grasping at its tracts
To suckle its bile flacking auras
It hungers in darkness for those who lapse into its
frenzy
Draining horizons of catching spectacle
And shoving them full of its choking exhale
Curses that claw at the cradles of nurture
Camouflaged to pierce the armor of nature
As the chains of disgust hang from its iron viscera
Hemorrhaging eyes rolling back words in orgiastic havoc
It welled tears of acid rain and Malevolex lurched to
comfort
As it spoke from sewer grated eyelids casting at its
yellowed pupils
In the way of a quest existential
The machine grinds away
Destroying as a means to an end
Ripping away light that snaps apart like bright
ligaments
Once attached to the body of reason
The slave to all war and consequence rolled its tongue
beneath the sun
It slid bolt carved teeth into conversation
"We are all chained from underneath those within the
shadowsphere,
They will drag us through gilded flames of greed and
fear"
"Your flesh reads this tragedy and you wear it like the
walls they build
Break them down, and through destruction brings
creation's will"
