Congruent systems collapsing
Mutating waveforms to become sight, sound, touch
A sick perception is now my only link to reality
Scorched eternally blistering
Yet I prevail
My merciless plan of creation etails seeing the unseen forge an abomination
with a cold hearted sense of compassion, devastation
Thy vicious modus operandi
Observer as creator
Beguiling unstable electric forms
These fools of judgment, they thirst for unpute
Draining a carcass, devour the contaminate and filth that roams amongst us,
sterilizing our human forms
Shredding tissue, fracturing bone
Burning synapse, rewriting conscious
A burial reforming of features
A hideous cleansing of God
Self purification achieved when whats left behind is devoid of deformations
