Neglected Fields Ephemeral
Earth... Another perfect form The spiral satellite of the sun Consciousness forlorn Upon it's face- Race, divinities perverse With lancet which's my eyes to incise In dance post-mortem rise! Chanted once affairs of my kind Pouring torrent Filtering though the rpizm-perception of Planet torment Knowledge, experience redeemed... … Dream … Deep in it's dreams embers we are Sparks, extinguished on blowing ear Food for the lowest sinister art Mere mortal and ephemeral Beasts... Thus primal passions guide Downfall to ferity; never more Innocent my pride
