Septic Flesh Esoptron
Reversing the view towards the soul Absorbed from the swirl of the chaotic ego Naked from the warm familiar company of matter Here desires and fears are shaped, uncontrolled multiplied in the rhythm of ecstasy gathered under the threat of upcoming afflictions Parallel futures that may never happen are blocking the entrance of the inner most sanctum They are the guardians Who is the master of this cosmos? Who posted them here? Illumination comes from within and levitates the Eidolon Effigies and marble busts lined in external chains silent, laden with creases deep like self deceit They seem lost in their contemplation their laurel wreath is withered Now I know how felt the first amphibian when allowing the air to inhabit in its lungs The sceptre was always in my hand ESOPTRON
