Coprofago Hostile Silent Raptures
Do we have the choice to change our ways?
I pray for an abrupt takeover
my will is to see the erasing of all truth, a structural
falling...evolution through derange
convulsive new statements arise!
Now is time for unorthodox master plans, a
whole of new ways yet to be born...creation
through disease
Let the grammars of change be brutally raped
force my sights to mutate
i invoke error and disease; they are the only way
to achieve the banishment of every preset
...Finally, the glow of truth will fade
Incubate, hidden while growing, hibernate...then
became the disguised putrefaction spreading
inside
Induced banishment
Cast out perspectives are rising, silent infections
now on command
let plagues run free inside me, let them
deploy hostile silent ruptures
