Shadow Of Intent The Forsaken Effigy
Savage structure of hypocrisy
A vile being of infamy untainted for centuries below The Library
Murderous echoes in his wake
Contagion, a relic of death
Hatred embodiment
Festering, Disgusting, sulking in mockery beneath The Library
Awaiting food for centuries
The guardian of the realm apprehended by the gluttonous monstrosity, along with me
Forsake the forsaken
The forsaken effigy
Below the spire remains the hideous figure forever treading these unholy grounds, anticipating sustenance
Domain stained in ash and snow, plastered in corpses
Undead but still alive, controlled by the hand of death
Exacerbated resurrection of infection
A nightmare externalized in human form
Furthermore corrupting the incongruous descendants, raping them of their lives
As the world burns, grinning at the fruitless attempts for survival
Encompassing sentience across the ring
Breaking away from the grip of old, extensive advancement coming from the black hole
Free among the galaxy again
The underworld arisen
Exacerbated resurrection of infection
Furthermore corrupting the incongruous descendants
Delight inside my rotting flesh
Existence in decomposition awaits
Delectable tear drops gifted from agony, un-surrendered
Dissolving remnants of molested offspring please my belly for it aches of youth
Sinking in as my jaws begin to crack
Orgasms flow as their bones collapse
In the end, laying in banished famine bloated and withered
Forsake the forsaken
