Oppression, anti-celestial strength
Gravity, concepts that have yet to be realized
Ideas finally transcended into reality
Hatred into the tangible.
Horror comes to fruition
I am the snuffer of dawn
Christ wept in the cresting of a newborn darkness
I shall inherit the Earth
I am the man who killed the sun named moon
The universe is corroding in nausea
A god swollen with disease
Folding, twisting, enveloping
A complete organic reversal
The art in this, within her, her wisdom in deteriorating
The Devil is alive here, he is alive and well
And through the clatter of hooves
He takes me far away from this place.
He takes me home.
A black hole is salivating with a boundless hunger
The black wind howls. Unforgiving in its prejudice
He has restored an innocence to this house
Planting the seed of memory to be grown perpetually
I am the snuffer of dawn
Christ wept in the cresting of a newborn darkness
I shall inherit the earth
I am the man who killed the sun named moon
