Burning The Masses Resonance Of The Foul
Mass gaces, open opportunitys for our minds to replicate
the pleasure of fear. Mocking the prosiness of sound, the
frequency drops to subsonic standards. Phantasmal tempest
prospects the rain of arrows. Sharpness defined by the
solidification of man fragments and desecrates the ears
of the unborn. Auditory perception infects it's genesis
for the genetics of superlative venom lactating spawn. A
spawn of man,
irreconcilable to moral of virtue. The evil of man is
upon us. Resonance. The depraved separation of lie is
between us. The mass graves, filled with ear ruptured
versions of adoration. Resonance Supersonic beings
relapse their versions of noise. Resonance Only the deaf
contain sanity. Resonance. Only the reverberating
aftermath of this insistent apocalypse settles in the
minds of the deaf, forever.
