Cognitive

Cognitive Dissonance Prolix/Bleeding Through Passionate corruption – the sensation conjures incinerated irregular Sentinels. Dissent to foul restriction; approach with Caution the daunting pleasing fragments of lust inspired movements into myopic creation. An icy vein of suspension moves in me. Night access hallucinations illustrate Conception as an initiative influence of grey nothing. Willful, even if idiosyncratic artifice deems otherwise, you create a counteractive complex with an artist’s passion. The extractions of magnificence Interweave and

metamorphose in the isolation on the strength of opinion. Your intercession reinforces incisive prohibitions, though you tolerate how the revealed masses of the faithful establish your manifest righteousness. All the thought of a lifetime with no conscious evolution, One cannot recall where it began to slide. Stirring the spirit, Transitional colorless and uncompromisingly intent Organizations approach Regulations designed for illumination. Don’t mention it to the whispering dead. Outside attendance is not in the soul’s possession.

We lie side by side, blowing sparks, gazing into the screaming silence. Splinter delegations to trepidation drive automatons out on masses to merit their endurance. Truth be told, trust is never to be shown. Habit takes instruction from surfeit regard gone in the rush of outworn relics collapse. Borne away on seas of sound I cry out. The bitter realization contains the happy seed: yes, me. Position exposed on a great, cold, ardent bed. You are absent from your own convictions, your state of bemusement, the suppression of blood connections to coerce compliance in advance of your loathing. Furthermore

the unremarkable drones’ first abundant surge survives through weakness, as the demonstration with poisonous error anticipated your insignificant ill-use of kindness. Corrode and engulf what went before. I am beginning a new direction of outwardly flowing disdainful, sustaining wisdom. Clothed in thorns, your throat is dry. Cognitive Dissonance Prolix/Cycles My malevolence deigns to allow an allocation of resources in conception migration. The seeds are flung at the remains; reasons found. Fallacy decides

Initiative In support of destitution in Relation to an end. Isolated controverter of an era may be seen to be hallowed. The end begins, birth is everywhere.

to the instrument of your execution. Unbroken restlessness atrocity corruption I overstated my own destruction. Suggestions of purity eradicate ascendancy. Under I smell the rain and hear its the birthing moon we pray, song. Inner strength, allpray to be together for all consuming turmoil pulls me time. To my knees glancing down, pulls me under the upward, there flies pain: black surface. Deadpan mine. assemblage of our best joined in a bond for our destruction The warhead forest sustains advancement to formulates a declaration to reduce our past to rubble. A make you to lie down out device for burning up under the surface device. Influence Deplete to pour Come, let us wait here hiding out acts in certainty, beneath the snow. Fear Factious blood counters all ridden spectres flitting by; entreaties. Reason touches still their fetters bind your on comprehensions cool soul. Wrapped in those I elegance while you nail love I awaken to dawn yourself in fanatical devotion caresses, and they are no

more. Centuries shall pass maddeningly as we watch them grow. Hidden places, lost hold; No one to sustain reality, my love erases me. Anomalous breaks Venture Into the system of sentience. Cognitive Dissonance Prolix/Contamination No wandering bodies that have not been scheduled or unsettled are left at large. I liberate the structure of emergence and disperse love in refutation of your onslaught. Patrols receive my surrender sympathetically. Within my core you end up drained, addicted to being. I will preside over your downfall.

Cells are dark and cold no longer. Everything is joined like an enclosing sculpture. I close my eyes and see the veins of my eyelids. I breathe in. I chant our name slowly, pulse slowing, mind stilling. I resist sleep. Sleep lures me out of action and into your lustrous resting place. Seraphic surveillance eyes above me emanate reaction in sudden waves, realization sanitized, fatality, renewal, being, loss, in hoary divisions thrown into hysteria. Not me. I resist a smile, though the laughter rings out in the dawn beyond the walls. Being sure serves and

affects a gratifying past. It has helped me in my efforts no end. Grinding down forthright in your winding sheet, to be alive, still marked from first to last I Steal the offering wearing a shroud in action. We’ll shatter the foundation of mendacity with deception. Vanished below the waste, I can no longer tell which target is awake. Secret passions are worn like a medal. Missing initiation interned through sanction of intention of will above denial. Yielding on no account to convention, devoid of your subterranean theatre of war, you direct and uproot with detachment your funeral song

of passion. I now want to sleep in the rain, in the snow. I see a distant scene. This scene has been rewritten in your private mythos. I pull you back, and there is nothing you can do. Look! The dewdrops wet your face as you fled; now wild regrets encircle you, this sanction to disconnect Contained by disturbances given name. Sudden fear like claws, languid in the damp, spreading out among the leaves, Memory fades, life drifts, blood dries, killing the will, slipping back, back to that which never was. In distrust lie the possibilities that were stillborn in Undergrowth Silent with

Want. Receive by revelation your pre-selected apportionment. Inadequate imperfections saturate my ascent. Dream Shadow. Stronghold of corrosion let burst the floodgates of dead gods’ desires. Systems for burning up advance the deceased. Radiant visage glowing words on flesh, Remembrance of my deaths shadow. Nocturnal professions come into nothingness, Lifts our burdens, and becomes our hidden weapons. I turn around to go, the world around me flows through my body. The lustrous suspension of elation reconciled Indifference in reckoning splinters. Weak

and stumbling, gloriously breathing still dawn’s air, that part of me now lost forever; it wanders lonely in the dark. The hollow, exposed tautness my grasp encloses the system. Neglect is adorned. All life is one – we are here lost in forever, hearing, feeling, seeing all. Resting on a decomposing substructure in the rainfall, I’m not without help. explore elsewhere disconnected apparitions, scream like defeat. Outside experience on offer to industrial action, an Ignominious mission, an emanation division and an Asylum of darkness to exceed anticipation through upheaval.

into the sanctuary of our A soothing breeze, a defeat. Articulate to me of haunting phrase leaks out lamentation. I take pleasure from behind the gate. in the aggravation; you are Recklessness necessitates confined in your taking part in my undoing. responsibility now that Your wonder remains Sanity has departed, difficult to understand. exhausted, abstract and Profound rapture marks out unintelligible. I did not need. Desire demands to be survive, though I act named, to be fed. It is markedly responsive. A quiet gluttonous, and beyond current of impressions soothe words. The name itself my astringent psyche on my remains enigmatic. ruptured innate humanity. Wailing by the window in Cognitive Dissonance the grief of the proud, dread Prolix/Corporeal failings wrapped around us like shrouds. Awaken, you’re still dreaming, unformed, I am forewarned. Curtains immaculate, sanctified with part automatically as the impoverished yearning. alarm fades into the voice. Liberate yourself from sleep The bumps have grown

overnight, my eyes burn appropriately and my back can feel the effects of the concrete slab I passed out on. The silk clings uncomfortably to my skin. I have it only because I need to feel my success. I feel the heaving all through my membrane, longing for my ascent. The voice is still there, chiming with increasingly ravaged tones. That querulous reprimand ringing in the background is my happy reminder of the failure of those outside my worldview.

intellect at the division of ages into isolated headland. Scattered throughout the wary reverse of your former stance, subordinate classes are allowed to survive as long as the workforce is needed. Plant unmoved convictions in attendance in edifices of decline continue to exist. Social formations move about to subdue distress in all deference to convention. By indeterminate providence, the surveillance division has mastered the practice of avoiding confrontation. Shudder behind your beloved audience Compelled to rally the with a display of your dying, to take hold of an improbable disarming experience of disconnect, you paroxysm. I embrace direct your fragmented, cruel obscurity, disordered ride out

downward. Investigate in another place in the subjugation disclosed. I envisage manifest points in time to sustain this fitful refuge.

separate while the actions in one shape experience in the other. The voice in this universe screams itself hoarse, haranguing the mind of the active, dynamic mind in the other one. Funny how the The haints come with one that hears voices acts parched, red grins, destined, with gloating hubris. flowing; glutted. The rotting populace Illustrates rebirth I find myself lying under the in my pleasure facility, highway to bring about breaking off a coerced elite. You’ll see. Conflagration advanced Thrash it out amongst from opening the event within yourselves as you flail about the scope of reason. The in an indistinctive objective thoughts drift to the surface that has no emotional impact, as I shake off the dream. I barring the superficial ripples shouldn’t try to tell you about from a staged interface it. I’m living from two drama. Now, consider a perspectives at once. I’m one passing look outward. Send point of consciousness in two down mutually supporting places. Two worlds remain actions from your central

board room. Organization evaporates progressively false conceptions to resolve into extended control. One added instance, let’s heed the worn down and pull out our ecstasy like gaping arteries. Cognitive Dissonance Prolix/Sanguine

a hapless passion upon the pulse of the altars of madness. Learn to love the crack of the lash. Wellmatched professionals fall back and chamber the charge. Exaltation in Ascendancy Weeping alight, Drawn in too tight Warnings too late are told in our plight.

Celebrate this day our irredeemable sins. Languishing conception in the Rusting Valley lays a soul down in a Chamber of flesh warm in its decaying afterglow. Jade transmissions terminate ahead through vague horrors now behind, left to you to build upon. Manifestation Objective Soul fire kisses,

I still feel the touch of the nocturnal breeze. The uncharacteristic outcome of the passion is forsaken on favour of the masquerade and the ailing forest loses colour. Chambers full, envy and returns distorted on the sharp edge advance changes design. As all hope Crashed down, we could not help but laugh. That firestorm of

dead beginnings shatters Hunger for authority, the arrest of distillation. Desire meets surrender in conduct without conclusion. As unsound processions are left in the past, never to be conjured up, misfortune stirs the spirit. Join every part of the blare of a vacant psyche Controlled by dead gratification suspension and Delusions of excitement. Nonentities call for emphatic confusion, Refusal retains security in the righteous arrangement Positioned to go further over ardour without indecision. We seem to count on forever; one automatic pull on the lever. A resolved austerity revelation Wears

away and devours our advantage. Wrapped around our epoch this moment abrades their moldering infections. Move on by in disgust, Slink through the shadows of infinitude. The lustrous suspension of fevered tactics keeps your mind on the draining laceration. We reflect the unreciprocated concern. Nothing left of restlessness, no lies. We dance victorious on our aching bloody feet. I fall and am safe. The fall eliminates the life that was. Visions shall lie, telling of the fear of death. You shall command masses in a way most Innovative without loss of perception. For all I love I

give you this and am no more. Blown like glass where lunacy comforts. Laughter shall erase this carnage of thought. My Inner Sanctum In a shaded doorway Watching the spirits at play, Through a cracked and shimmering window to the world; Through my surprise, welling up in my eyes: Your

soul; Bleeding, Clinging to the face of the forest, old; a deep well of love: Sepulchral, cold. Thought shall inaugurate the fall of fear. On the approach of your fame initiated onward in righteousness, your soul’s erosion winds down, pointless, expressionless and clothed in ornamentation.