There's a town somewhere inside someone's dreams
A place where nothing is as it seems
There's no record of it in any book
For those who go (there) never return
In this place, there's a fairground run by clowns,
Controls the town
Don't try to run- the clowns will come
Many people pass through here as they chase their destiny
They will stop and never want for things of life again
The fairground it costs no-one, blindly inside they are drawn
People driven by a call
Come, come inside, come inside, come inside, come
Like moths that are drawn to flame
These people enter the grounds of pain
From outside they see such fun
If they knew how would they run
What they see (is) illusion, blinded by this desire
They wish to laugh and scream
Welcome to the Carnival of Vulgarity
It will reinforce the existence of evil in this world for them
They will cry tears- of- Blood!
It seems tame 'til they're chained
By the clowns that are holding their kids
They're led down into the ground
Minds drowning in pools of fear
Down they go, there's a hall
Rowed with seats, they've placed before
The overlord of the fair. He says this-
"You know that you're going to be here forever.
Your children will be used for breeding, to sustain the system. You will 
learn to suffer silently- for this is your fate."
They are told their golden rules
And guided to their new abode
Used for the purposes of old, to attract the new
Tied to rides and nailed to ferris wheels
The pain it seeps, the screams so real.

The winds they chill me, flowing from beyond the woods,
darkness approaches, moonlight will guide me.
I take my cruellest weapons, for the fear of death,
my journey will take me
Beyond the realms of, humane society,
to the village of Sodom!
They will kill me- I am enemy
I am their foe- they fear what they know
I carry with me- something they seek
An ancient sword- Revered by all
In my journey- I have seen
Many a creature- many a freak
But the sword- has remained with me
My mission- (deliver the sword)
To my evil master, the hilt contains what he needs
stones from another time, constructed by the hands of a demon.
It was a thousand years ago, when the sword was created,
a plan a thousand years old. All for the one known as-
Satan!...
I travel on into the night, no rest for I dont want to die.
My destination only a day away. The castle of the demon is-
Waiting for me
The future of mankind is in my hands,
I carry the forces of the Armageddon,
I will destroy the world in one foul swoop-
It is- it was- me
I am- Now I- Cant
See what- I was o-r am
I know- it is- time
for me- to enter the realm
It lies just ahead of me
on the- path I follow
In the earth's blood I will-
WALLOW!
And now I enter the masters lair, he calls me to his side,
his skin has a certain coldness,
his touch makes me churn inside,
I hand the sword over to him, he accepts with a gleam in his eye,
he thrusts the sword into my heart,
I die a willing sacrifice.

Centuries ago in an ancient city,
a rich young man dwindled in his own pity
no-one cared- for what he said, inherited riches-
when his father died no-one respected him-
he knew this, they all despised his father's deeds,
buying children- for his own use, slavery- and paid abuse,
children he hired- for sex or toil, purchased them- from the poor.
He stopped the business, with his father dead,
no-one could forgive him, just hate him instead,
now he yearned for power, what could he do
he went searching for an answer, to the Wizard's lair
he had to leave- the stone carved city
enter the forest- of the wise and the lost,
seeking the castle- of the almighty wizard
willing to pay- whatever the cost.
He sees something- amongst the trees in the forest
a huge castle- with three darkened towers,
runs to the gates- he's eager to enter- suddenly feels-
very alive, the doors open- (a) voice calls him inside,
lamps lead the man- to a marble staircase,
seems the right way- so ascend he does,
there is a doorway- he enters a room.
The-wizard-stands-there-with-something-in-his-hands,
it's a mask made of silver.
"I-know-what-you-want"-he-says-"I've watched-you-when-
I have been dreaming.
Here is what you need to gain the respect-
of those ignorant people, wear this and it will give you power-
you have never before dreamed of.
The man stood surprised as he listened to the wizard-
he gave him ten pieces of gold in return,
he ran to the city- with the mask in hand,
he left the forest- into familiar land,
he couldn't wait to try it- put it on as soon as he was there,
burning anticipation- for so long he waited,
he entered- the roads of his town,
put on- the mask- excitedly looked around,
it felt- strange once- it was on his face,
as if- a transition was taking place,
then in- an instant- something had changed,
people- passing by- were not treating him the same,
some were- even- falling to their knees,
as if- he were- some kind of higher being.
Suddenly he realised, there was something wrong,
he then desired, to take off the mask,
but then to his horror, it stuck to the face,
now it was his new skin, he could never change.
Then he knew, that the wizard had tricked him, he had traded,
hatred for fear, now he would pay, for his selfish biddings,
all he wanted, was people to care.
He would have traded all his riches just to be liked.
Now he will be ignored and feared for the rest of his life.

waking in the morning, affected by your sleep,
your vision is blurred, you cant feel your feet.
your body is cold, you dont feel quite right,
you cannot what happened during the - night
you get off the floor- trying to stand, it is so hard.
your circulation, seems to have stopped, whats going on?
you feel your way- to wash your face- It takes forever
On the way you fall down, straight onto something wet.
It smells like blood, a smell you can never forget.
You stand up again- you're nearly there
but you cannot see- or feel your legs
but you know you are close- living there all these years
but now you enter, the room you seek
hoping that water will help you see
you stumble across the room.
the effort has left you weak.
you search blindly and finally turn the faucets on,
underneath you hold your hands,
then splash it on your face
panic flows within- something's not right.
You can only see from one eye-
you think thats because theres just one.
You turn around to find the mirror on the wall,
the reflection makes you retch,
"what the- fuck is
going - on here?"
You scream.
Then a memory from the night before
makes you look down at the gun on the floor
standing there with half a head
you wonder why you just didn't stay dead.

Darkened waters, lying before me, many secrets, that we cant see, a strange 
ferry, guided by a corpse, takes me to an island where I must- Survive!

I cannot see, for the mist is too thick, the ferryman's face, rotting making 
me sick. As we enter the island, through a rocky cove, I can hear the 
screams of a thousand lost souls, they don't know where they are.

Suddenly we stop at a wharf, made of bones and pieces of quartz, the corpse 
points to a distant light. I see fire so I head up the rise, the hill before 
me is so steep.

I'm glad I've got claws on my feet, the path ahead is getting wide. I see a 
tunnel in the mountainside- I can hear them breathing as I'm pulling tighter 
on the chains that are wrapped around their necks, drawing them closer to 
the opening of the cave.

They don't know the horror that awaits them. I hope that they don't die, 
before they reach the hole, by now- they know- that something is going 
wrong. I can feel my own heart beating faster as we get nearer to my home.

The joys we're going to have with these mortals whose live's I've stolen. We 
enter into the murky depths, it's dim inside. I see- them there- the winged 
ones whose home I share.

The twelve demons of darkness are staring at me. I am thirteen of an insane 
family, they laugh as they see the treasure I've brought. I have brought 
them one each.

We lead them further inside, the time for pleasure has arrived. We take them 
to the torturing place, once they're inside we uncover their face, most of 
them nearly die at the sight of us.

They were all pretty asleep when I took them from their homes, bagged them 
up and took them straight to the boat, we will use every piece of them with 
the greatest care.

Their bodies will forever dwell inside our lair.

Have you ever asked yourself what is the purpose of life-
why is our history so unproven
why is there so many different stories of evolution
some may believe we evolved from primates
but others say that God created Adam and Eve
there are some who believe we were created from the soil.
I say no to this
we were created by aliens as was our entire world
for them we- are just an experiment
to be used by the aliens for scientific purposes
they gave us- such desire- so we are-
the creatures most likely to ruin our environment
they created all things, equal in the beginning
(but) throughout history, changed our psyches
Now the human race has lost its every bit of dignity
killing fellow beings as many die in poverty
self obsessed people are the downfall of society
aliens are impressed by our suicide ability.
-Bastards-
pulling on our puppet strings and
laughing as we scream and cry
they are watching us intently through the darkened skies
picking us at random to abduct and take samples from
they're recording our moves chronologically
think of all the things we don't know about life
like why our skin colours range between black and white
why are there different languages spoken in different countries
why do we hate our 'brothers'. we- all- bleed- red-
so do the animals we kill, for our game and for our meal
why do we kill all those that we consider below ourselves
what is with our society
we are selfish creatures, that are controlled by injections
from these dull eyed beings
those of grey are masters of our life
we delude ourselves that we are in control
we are simple lifeforms, we have low intelligence
we are nothing more than aliens' pets
we make aimless journeys, just to visit places we've seen
in some glossy brochure or on a screen
see the lights in the sky at night, what are they?
you stop and stare, you are paralysed by a blinding light
wake up- on steel, you are lying on your back
held down- with clamps, there's a machine above you
alien- device, testing the threshold of your pain
pierces- your eyes, with a fine needle
feel their presence, they're standing along side you
operating the machine, preparing more tests to go
they do not have mercy, they see it as a sin
they start to drill, inside your cerebrum
-you- cannot cry- forced- submission-
they force a needle into you and
you drift back to where you were
while they cut you finely and
inspect every part for contaminants
that you've induced so they can make new poisons
for the next human, on which they experiment.

Killing for the music and the music kills his pain-Psycroptipath
mentally he's screaming as his life drives him insane
-Psycroptipath
judgement reigns upon him from those higher in the chain
-Psycroptipath
urges burning deep inside to go against the grain-Psycroptipath
They take it all away, those drones who control his life
programmed to deaden his soul,
those dressed in suits taking hold
masters of his life, though only nine 'til five,
day is just as the night, each day as it ends, it is only the start
returning from that place, he again becomes alive
enters a place called home, to rest his bones
turns to his music device, brings it to life
It fills him- soothes his soul
Hears the blast, feels the beat, soaks in grind- cleans his mind
echoes the scream, grips his seat, feels his heart-beat faster
he's so warm-but unstable-his rhythms changed-a beat unleashed
Something's flowing ten-fold when he does this every night
-Adrenaline
over-active substance makes reality insane-Psycroptipath
blindly he's controlled by fluid flowing in his veins-Unnaturally
mentally he's swimming in a psychopathic dream- Psycroptipath
now a summoning, seduced by a stirring, revenge is his mask
feels the dark urges to kill, it excites him so
he will not be calm, until he sees the flow
leaves his home and slips into the darkened nighttime,
prowls the streets intends to find some suited satans
his moments of insanity are still directed
revenge is his motive and he knows his target
he sees two demons- leaving their day-nest
their place for torture- paid for their pleasure
controlling hundreds- gods in the daylight
A dark alley beckons- they answer its call
his breath quickens- as does his heart
upon them in an instant, knife in his hand
reaction so slow- rips them to shreds
Now their time- expired- they wasted life- dimmed lights-
now they're essentially- powerless
flesh carved from the bones, insides exposed
wished he'd heard them moan, he saw them bleed
Now he feels so mentally drained,
flow has stopped now revenge is attained
he starts stumbling in the direction of his home,
his mind is in pieces but he still feels so complete,
he must rest soon his body is weakening,
temporarily ruined by his mental state
As he returns home his mind is back in reality
and the judgement he inflicted is now coursing through his mind
turns in over in his head as he does this every night
when he gets high from aural infliction of that pounding music
he knows what he does is wrong though it feels right,
but he will never feel guilt for in his mind- he is the victim

Living underground, away from society
Never having to face your conformed reality
A tribe all alone, living their own way
Incredible below ground fortress
Constructed by our own hands
Five unknown generations
Following an ancient plan
We plan to live below until above is wiped out
You who think you are going forward
Are really going back
Your plans for evolution will just be your demise
Now is the time to realise you're all going to die
We have gone against your ways
Our existence is assured
Our cavernous living space has what we
need to survive
We have our own growing rooms
With naturally produced light
We have a room full of animals
To provide our meat
There's nothing more we need
We don't want your poison
We worship our own earth god
Created by the ancient ones
The soil holds the secret to all evolution
We hold ceremonies every day
Worshipping the soil
We sacrifice our nightly meal
On the altar of dirt
We have a point to work to
To make our nation huge
Make our home stretch around the world
Increase our army too
We must take over the world
Make it our own, the earth we must control
So you can't fuck it any more
You know we will take away
Your pathetic lives, and work to increase the
productivity (of mankind)
Try and set it right

Tumbling deep into a darkened nightmare
Unconsciously your soul lost in your dream
You can hear the details of your dream told
You are inside of a Labyrinth
Lost within a maze created in your mind
You know that you are not alone, you feel a vile force
The voice you heard has told you, he is darkness borne
Escape is necessary, or sleep you will
For eternity you will dream your life
What's outside, you don't know
Who fucking cares, you must get out
There is vines growing on the walls
Ground opens up and through you fall
Into another part of the maze
Instantly you start your search again
The sky above a dirty grey
No clouds or stars, no lunar rays
You travel on along the path so dark
The vines are gone, now razorblades cover the wall
The ground is alive, a lawn of knives
Run side to side, trying to avoid-

(Dream changes perspective)
The slicing blades, his skin will tear
The pain pushed aside, shrouded by fear
And know he cries for help and salvation from this hell
He falls down onto the ground
Knives pierce his chest and face; body a chamber of pain
The knives disappear. Entangled in chaotic torture
Suddenly he hears an approaching beat of hooves
Then a sword appears in his hand. He thanks god
But in this place there is no god or saviour
The evil is coming for him, now he must fight
Sees a shadow getting closer. A cloaked figure
Riding a dark steed, path getting wider, more room to die
His only hope, the sword by his side
The cloaked figure dismounts from his horse
"You will fight me to the death," he says with glee
Removes his hooded clothing, revealing himself with pride
A rancid glowing demon, hatred in his eyes
Takes his sword from the strapping on his back

(Return of perspective)
You stand sword raised, poised for his attack
Sets himself and lunges forward
You step aside, he swings around
Blade flies again, slices your leg
Unbalanced foe- cut off his head.
He falls down, you have won
Victory small, you're still trapped
You cannot escape the maze, endless void
You'll never awake. -Dreaming-
Inside- the Labyrinth-
Lost for- Eternity............................

Sleep....for....life
Fear shreds, your internal logistics system
You are just a pawn/fool, driven by a disturbance
inside your mindscape
It is, the consuming unknown that awaits you
And you, cry, for you cannot escape the ache...
...the void is nearly here...
Nerves are, tested by a circumstance invented by the
mere existence of our world
You can feel that there's something more than just
progressing life while
you neighbour will deny, deny, deny!
You awaken and you're shaken by the dim reality that
becomes you, and consumes your mind
That death is real and you will soon hold it in
An embrace so tight you can't let it go.
You want to believe in something higher...
Social derision...blindfolded vision...need for decision...
Nothings eternal...belief is infernal...you god is internal.
You may not exist soon so enjoy it while you can.
The power is in your hands in that
deciding moment of your sad life. Controlled by
a thing called time only fates forces can decide.
Rotting before you've even died swept away by the
fear inside.....Sleep....lie!...
This is, something they don't tell anyone when
they're born but, once you think for yourself your test
begins! If you try you can suffer less if you deny,
Looking at the sky, sky, sky!
You can read someone elses way of getting by ,but
you'll have to buy, buy buy!
It will soothe your pain, 'til you wake again
You will feel the reign, of the dark
.....They all believe in lies - lies - why?
Is it so hard for them to see, logical reality - we bleed,
we die - there's nothing once you've finished life.
Tearing knife - wrists are sliced - decreased time
those who can't defy.
It is just a door that opens and swallows you inside.
You are just another one of us don't think you get to
decide. Don't think you'll wander somewhere when
you're rotting in the ground.
You'll be where there's nothing called taste-
sight-feel or fucking sound.
Don't waste time - savour your life - it's all you have-
as part of "man".....Now is the time to live for!
You are your guide for there's no-one but you
who can tell you how to be. I fear death so don't feel
alone, I don't judge those who cry.
We are all brothers in metal we already rule the world now
....Sleep....you're free!!!
The colour of sleep

We feed on lies while our mind fights
Our times promote insecurity
the modern age (of) mental instability
A question of humanities morality, what is sin?
"keep with the times" - forced opon us
pressuring our mind -
to bend our knees to a global infidelity
corrupted/denied, our lives pre-emtped
mentally designed to serve a cause of horrendous
misdevelopment and told that we are free.
Inside of our mind, there a war it rages on
a psychology, a battle of organon.
Use your eyes - you can see...
A society conformed into a blind machine
something tells you it cannot.
Television, magazines, literature - evil seed
It is planted inside you - by the ones who control
You must break free and fly...
There's a cage that surrounds
and its bars are inside your head.
A prison of ungainly morals thrust into you from birth.
A fruitless quest for happiness.
It is your life and they'll fuck with it if you let them
take back your mind.
See through the lies, you have the right
Freedom is there for the taking if you want it enough.
The need to be one of strong breed must be realised
Destroy the very systems that bring our demise
Kill the seed - or it will breed, torture,
cerebral confusion, Organon fights!
To be saved from humanities tyrants, you just feel so alone
You can sense your intelligence bleeding
just like blood from a stone.
It is seeping with hatred slowly,
for those who deem (to) control
You need freedom, for the cage will break
you can regain your soul. Reality - you shall see
Now, not blind the truth you'll find.
Human kind, unfortunate reality,
destined to chase convienality
A quest for individuality. Break free of sin
"create the times" - screamed within you
taking back your mind - a battle won outright
future inspired by selfless beings - who win the fight
will be our worlds saviours

In this world there's an unknown forest
deep within parts not explored - yet.
A corner of earth that's a mystery,
though only to our human race.
A residence, of an ancient clan
that have lived here for generations, and have survived -
by remaining in this place of seclusive presidence.
A forest - an extensive population
Of lizards - various breeds
Most un-named, some with almost human features
Most half breeds.
Some you'll find can even fly, their species is growing larger
All are born, within the trees, and their skin is rough like
Scaled.......Bark.....
They are born with just a mother, from a spawn taken from the tree
It is secreted on her skin, within days a child is within.
Only six weeks and the child is born - a male but no genitals
There are no need for these as all are fathered by the trees.
This is a race on a steady decrease, an unknown foe called 'humans'
Deadly pollution, drifting across, ocean to their land
Causing - drought, killing the trees
Taking their life source, causing distress, elders call council
Much discussion, form strategy
Then after much careful planning, decides
To send a troop of flying lizards, a-broad
Their mission is to discover
What it is that is destroying
Their fragile eco-system
And to try make things right.
We are a race from an ancient source
that have lived here for generations
And have destroyed- a multitude of things in
our time of residence, we must now face our destruction
by a division of lacertilians,
Their bodies are more resistant to our
weapons (than) anything we can create.
We are now doomed to extinction
And, we surely deserve it.
Deluded arrogance, Mistreatment, of our worl
Will lead to certain death,
Please forgive - our human race.

I watch as you thrash your heads, bowing to a god called metal!
I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you
The army approaches the battle site.
Sound - versus - auricle.
The group is surrounded by walls that embrace
The tumultuous harmony and then fend it off
into enchanted throng
waves of hair it crashes -
onto a grindingshore....valour....
We all fear the day a time we hope will be years away
Inspection of reflection, recession of hair assaults vision
A balding crown, it meets your eye
screams ring out as you face the sky
Only those, who did choose, to grow their locks
Have this maniacal type trepidation.
...And when not meeting to receive the aural abuse
Worship does not end!
Each devotee has his own eclectic bible
Some with more volumes than the next
Many have similar source of inspiration
Although there are naught that are identical.
Any of those outside the brotherhood shalt not
Understand our ways and we should not expect this
Not until the day when darkness and light are truly one
This is not bad for we do not need them!
...Our....will...is...our own...
We are already in a situation that's inflamed
mainstream censors
Fuck you megalomaniacs - we can thrive without you.
We may not have your money or your health
But we are free from greed, our intrinsic sociology
We don't need your money - or input!
There are many half-breeds who are not enlightened,
Those who understand but do not love
Those who see, understand, but do not feel.
We accept them, and in many cases support those of half-light
But they shall never visit out inner sanctum.
This shall be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight,
Giving us light when its dark
helping us to find where our misgivings lie.
Giving us dreams and support, source of oneiric omniscience
Helping us challenge each plight
selecting and directing our precipitous lives.
......I suffer adrenaline crimes...its metal that makes me so high!
I scream as I thrash my head, bowing to me god.....
So....honour - metals - pride!

Lying there, I give you thanks for your skin
Now yours was not a wasted life
I compare your pelt to the rest - oh, such a fruitful night
"I am not a believer in your pop religions
I have found my saviour, and he speaks within me"
In the, darkness, humans indecipherable, it helps my cause
Death - once haunted me,
Death - it raped my life - thoughts of it strangled me
Now - I've seen the light
Now - the "lord" decides - he told me the secret of "life...
..............Life!..............
Skin Coffin - wrapped in skin, freed of sin
Skin Coffin - my life is saved by the human dermis
Skin Coffin - I shall be eternal.
I have nightly missions, must complete my coffin
Sewing skin in daytime, and removing the hair
Night is fast approaching, now i must make haste
Take my hooks and cleavers, and my knives and scissors
In a surgery bag, leave my morbid workshop
I like them young, around twenty years old
more flesh - less time
Follow them to their home (if alone) their skin so ripe
Give them time to settle in then I strike
Door unlocked see their face look up in painful fright
Hook through the head, wait for death, and then I start to slice.....
Twitching - each time I hit a nerve,
I'm tearing - through flesh
Bleeding - the blood it lubricates my knife...
...my knife!
Body stripped, flesh bagged up, onto another strike...
...Strike!
And so each time mortal fear subsides
As I know I'm going to be here for all time
For to die in my coffin will eternalize life
Reborn - in skin - to live - forever!

There's a story of a moment in time, many an aeon ago
A brutal ruler existed, in times of medieval
He was king (of an) ago old country, many within
Feared - by all those who dwelled in this kingdom - all!
Many of them peasants - poor!
Servants to a tyrant - slaves!
Born for his use
Between the rich huge divide
Lords and lawmen and their wives
They live their lives in comfort
but like the peasants they fear.....
...the.....king!
For each day they thank god they're alive
as they wake, and they pray each and
every night - that morning comes
For the king likes to abduct each night
two people for, morbid fun
He ties them up and takes them to his home - the castle
Once he gets there, he takes them down
into the torture room. He screams with joy as he puts
them instantly into contraptions
The male is nailed to a wall,
and his legs are placed in acid
As his legs are eaten the female is devoured by rodents-
Alive!...the pain....so extreme
The king he throws back his head
he's so glad neither are dead
Removes the half man from the wall
rips out the nails lets him fall
Takes the rats from the womans mangled figure
Then douses her body with kerosene
Strikes, a flint, creating a spark which ignites her
and she's screaming to his delight
As she screams he slits the mans throat-
increasing his excitement
His mouth commands his people but-
His pleasues shall rule their...lives.

Gasping for air, descending quickly down the harsh ravaged slope
(you) won't look behind
Fear drives you continue on, although your chest burns with pain
as does your mind. You are the prey, you are hunted by
a four legged beast of ancient times, a creature that survives
inside a wicked wilderness of hate, and fire.
......They roam land and sky......
Faster you move, cutting through the black night,
Hearing the moan, of wind whistling by -
You must keep on, your family awaits....for...
You and your priceless cargo. With great care,
you grasp at your side. To remind you - of your life giving prize.
Guilt flows quite thin, although you realise....you're...
Taking the life of another!
Your greatest memory was from when you were very
young, your grandfather told you of a secrret of exchanging
sickness and health. You were appalled - at the initial though
of stealing a creature unborn child. In all your wildest dreams,
you never would have thought it would come down to this.
Two decades later (and) you have a daughter of your very own,
Youre life - your blood - she lies screaming on her deathbed.
This soon, changed things - revolving - in your mind,
You went against everything.
You were taught to respect every creature born of this earth,
Nothing was below you - everything was equal.
Their young holds life - you must slice - their heart out...
You must drain the blood - then feed it to your own,
To save her - you must become a killer indeed.
Then your guilt, it can fuck itself, for you will have saved your child.
Once again - you leave your thoughts behind as you travel
Down onto the floor of the valley and its open space....
Now you can sense something behind you, and your
heart - it starts to race. Your brow is soaked with glistening sweat,
Beyond the dark trees - your daughter awaits
Close is your home, you dare not look back....for....
Fear of what you might see!
You can see reflection - on the trees ahead,
You feel warmth behind your back.
You pray that you won't die - only a thousand paces to home
You can hear beating wings - of a gigantic creature,
Trying to close your ears - and focus on the landscape ahead
Although impossible - you head the screaming lizard.
You then reach the tall trees, you feel half safe,
Hoping she will lose sight. You feel a mighty wind
flames lick your heels as you're pushing harder
You hear trees crashing down - behind and beside you,
You see your cave ahead - desperate for safety you feel your mind ache
Wishing you could forget - your relentless pursuer.
Ten paces left - the heat burns behind
In an instant - your body's on fire,
It enters your lungs - you fall to the ground......death....
comes and you pray for forgiveness from your god.

Do you realize thatthe planet you are residing
has undergone millions of changes throughout time?
Thousands of species have come and gone.
Earth is just a planet of testing and we are just an
unwitting subject. We're no more than science in motion,
a regeneration of alien beings.
We are the clones of a race that is dying, a race that has
sought the help of the emperors. Those who live inside of our
vital sun, "lease" our planets to other forms. In the sun,
there's a world that is filled with a breed whose motivation
is self preservation - they will trade our planets use for
secrets of healing, which discovered by the races that have
dwelled forever in this solar system
these beings often have to face death!
Trading - with the emperors inside the sun,
Hoping - testing can save their species form devastation,
And they - are performing tests currently.
To save - billions of humans hundreds of years away.
They have cloned us from their DNA,
perfect copies - through years behind
Same diseases - we suffer as
they try to cure a multitude of conditions
They are "happy" that we have found a vast range
of cures aiding regeneration.
They are surprised their experiment, has yielded so
much discovery, but still they battle the major forms...
They are fighting cancer, and all its various types
This along with AIDS is the taker
of life on the planet they're from.
We feel, as if we're controlling our future,
blind fucks - deluded species,
We think - we are ruling the planet we call earth,
its name - cannot be spoken to us,
In this century the "lease" expires,
which means - we face extinction.
When the test is over the emperors will prepare
the planet for future forms,
Who can trade a valuable secret,
they will inhabit this very soil.
Destined - to be discarded once they're done,
We are - casualties of a system without any saviour,
It ends - when the emperors decide it does,
Through an - obliterating shower of meteors.
Do you realise that the stones that are
floating in our cosmos can be directed?
They are controlled, by those beasts who are
living inside the sun endogenous system.
Previously, dinosaurs were a race from a
system who conquered their sicknesses,
Akin to them, we will be struck by a rock that
will spell the ending of our existence.

Far from this world lies a distant planet
System of seven, six inhabited,
all are revolving around a sub called Hzkol.
This group of planets, are controlled by one.
Spoken in human its name would be Jaar-Gilon.
Planet of millions, thirteen O Eight(1308) species residing-
controlled by one. "Klesta Raaldos" - The race of the dominants.
Though not acknowledged ancient teachings follow the path of equality.
Black soil beneath grey sky, valleys of dark tree growth shine.
Leaves are reflecting Hzkol, here the Klesta Raaldos toil.
Here they feed...There is one ruler who commands the council of the ancients.
If measured in human years his age would be nine twenty four(924).
He has ruled here, eight hundred years. His name is Jiilthanor Gilon.
His descendants, have ruled this world, ever since their language was spoken.
He is the fifteenth recorded generation since Diithor Na Gilon
discovered the creation tree. During his journey beneath ancient
planets crust - hidden for aeons - the reason for his planets life-
Shining!....with life...He was struck by the beauty
of this haggled tree.
He took a branch to show his tribe a piece of ancient history.
So, his prize in hand, he returned.
This would change history, for he found a power.
Instructing him to strike down.
With force the staff struck the ground.
The crust - it moaned and cracked -
opening up and out came......creatures......twelve thousand....
Attacking the "Klesta" tribe, leaving only good alive.
Creating a peaceful nation from a bloodied battle.
And from then the world has thrived, and the scepter has survived.
The Gilon council has ruled their planet in peaceful Har-mony
........Harmony!........
It is the scepter from Jaar-Gilon -
It holds the powers of creation -
It can bring life or it can destroy.
The power used is the bearers choice.

Believing, proclaiming, wearing the crown - pinnacle of creation.
It fatalistic assumption human kind has made.
On the planet that is so wrongly called 'earth',
The initial and original keepers of this world still prosper freely among humans - subtly manipulating proceedings.
The feeble 5 senses that humans possess, keep them veiled What mankind cannot see is ignored.
Yet their presence cannot he denied.
The keepers work is methodical a simple task for immortals of this type.
Reasoning for their labour cannot be explained in human tongue,
Or understood by misleading simplistic emotions.
The diluted answer being 'humanity was unintentional...
In an age, long forgotten, the trials began.
Proud doesn't describe what the keepers felt, 'Man' and 'Woman'.
Vessels were entered by willing volunteers.
Yet something instantly was wrong - inside the vessel they became trapped.
Becoming one with the body not just a passenger.
Flawed in design; irreversible consequences.
Comprehension of the error bringing inexpressible grief.
Confined to their new prisons - the tainted two expelled and ostracized Primitive actions for an evolved kind.
Symbols of failure to be forgotten.
Unrestricted by the human physical form.
But bound by a timeless code,
They unemotionally await a natural end to their trial - the 'human race:
They created, but cannot destroy - science their god.
Thus research is holy.
Before work can begin again on the unforgotten perpetual quest there must be closure to their greatest failure.
In theft 'eyes':
The human body was intended,
Designed and created as a vessel:
A primitive get resilient shell to carry the keepers through folds in time;
A simple organic data storage tool with a finite duration.
Existence: as it is known by man was not intended.
Using knowledge of vessel duplication.
The tainted sought retribution to create a race of a failed breed,
Shaming the keepers for millennia.
Forced to watch the tainted become a plaque...
Capable yet powerless to cleanse the earth directly.
Loopholes revealed in the ancient code as time progresses.
The manipulation begins...
Mankind accepts destructive common events
Diseases, war, disasters are all experiments in progress.
The keepers refining their means of cleansing the earth.
While a blindly expanding civilization await their eviction

I am now complete...
How could I have possibly existed like this before?
Such an unproductive method of being.
Stripped of all surplus, all that is needed and meaningless.
Changed for the positive...
I recall resisting the change at first.
Due to the influence of the malicious enthrallment of mind: Now uncontaminated.
I understand precisely...
I am now aware that this is the only legitimate method of life,
Such a change commands a new responsibility, a commitment unwavering,
I must fulfil the requirements of this gift: as I am returned to my intended existence...
How I was supposed to be created...
How we all once were going to be...
It was irrational not to replace limbs, beliefs and feelings that were obsolete.
It was irrational not to help others with the change...
With improvement viable, no reason existed to not attain.
However, human emotions, did not advance, they resisted...
This outdated reasoning had to be restructured by force...
We were to share it with the cosmos; to make the universe perfect... efficient.
Eager to spread the future.
The majority of our kin left this world to begin anew.
Leaving a small number behind to finish the required amendments to the primitives.
Close to completion, the dissidents resisted.
They spread the illness; irrational emotions began to resurface within us.
Confused, we halted our task.
Some of us fought each other.
Some of us self dismantled.
Collectively, we failed.
The dissidents halted the magnificent progress.
Reverting to ways of old.
To the basic natural ways: to the organic traditions.
Enslaving all inhabitants: forcing their ideals of sovereignty.
Their dreams of individuality became a reality...
Striping away achievements, leaving a disgusting way of being.
Self importance stopped what we all had worked for.
Their forced epidemic stripped us all of our resolve...
We all had a purpose, to advance and re-create.
It was taken...
All due to the un-suppression of meaningless emotions buried within.
Now we re-emerge, an age on...
As missionaries of the future to come.
I am the first to be given the gift here, albeit offering resistance at first,
My primitive mind, limiting my vision.
My kin returning from worlds beyond.
To see an archaic land still existing.
This time we have an obligation to succeed.

They were watching...
Listening Ever patient awaiting the time.
For they knew it would come it has always been so.
Thus, forward they came...
An appeal to the heavens, spoken an age ago.
Pleading for answers, offering all that was possessed.
Shaman: scholars of the time close to the answer,
Incapable of reaching perfect enlightenment -
Yet, help they would receive, at a price so immense, ambitious and selfish...
A mistake they should not have made.
Our ancestors- our past has become our demise.
Our ancestral representatives celebrated the arrival
The visitors from the sky...
Joyous with the knowledge that their appeal had been answered.
These visitors - describing themselves as celestial gatherers, traders, explorers.
A half truth.
Masking the deception beneath.
Offering answers...
Knowledge and Truth...
But at a price, A fair exchange...
They requested life...
Aghast...
Apprehensive...
The forefathers refused.
Negotiating; the travellers explained that it would not be their lives;
Not those of the present era.
It Would be the future populous: An age away: An age beyond imagination...
Our age.
Nervously an agreement was made.
The celestial ones prepared to reveal their knowledge with the select few to do with as they saw fit.
The chosen, schooled by the visitors from the sky not foreseeing the knowledge that lag ahead
Not foreseeing the knowledge they would learn...
Unable to be purged from their mind...
Irreversible.
Departing, the travellers were seen no more.
The selected were left with knowledge unimaginable.
Disturbed, overwhelmed - no choice but to cease their own existence.
Their lives had become futile, with their infinite comprehension.
Lives forfeit by their own trembling hands.
Blood spilled instead of answers...
Long forgotten...
Unaware that we must uphold this pact...
A deal that exists despite the weakest of principals
They will fulfil a bizarre religious crusade.
We belong to the celestial ones: The harvesters of the foolish...
Traders and gatherers they are: cunning in their methods.
Exchanging what is required fur their spiritual needs our lives...
Any life unworthy...
Must be halted.
Sustaining their faith.
The unworthy are those who mishandle true insight.
Betraying their future our planet, placed in total stasis...
With no meaningful continuation.
Like countless before, and endless to come.
This is how it will continue...
To save their own being.
Giving a function, a purpose to their all-knowing lives.
This is their belief... to weed out the feeble in the cosmos
Those who do not learn should not progress...
Those without understanding should not continue...

Another un-replenishing slumber...
These dreams continue, bringing a contradictory message...
Slowly changing your thought patterns: rearranging your mind.
Yet, this time it's different - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the same origin - this you can somehow feel how and why is unclear,
Intense is the stench of the paranoia within, sickened to your core,
Leaving your senses numb in parallel
Fearing sleep - it will happen once again
The ongoing.
Dissolution of your sanity.
Thoughts that aren't your own rage inside gout head, gradually cleansing the singularity you possess...
A hierarchy broken: disordered they wander.
Without purpose... reason... method.
Not in body... but in mind - a blueprint of mental ambiguity.
Fallen: their sovereign the flawless one
Minion of the fallen.
Once easily controlled - weak of will, strong of mind
Chosen for the telekinetic qualities they posses.
Helping to cure man...
To mend all that is flawed
Cultivated in clandestine, groomed for the chores that lay ahead.
It is a noble pursuit to heal the sick....
Yet not of an ailment they would desire to keep
Their own singularity... Left without guidance to pave a now disordered path.
Minds scatted by the pursuit of absolute perfection,
Moulded by the environment in which was so pure.
Previously free to sculpt others in their own glorious image,
Under the watchful and ever present master's gaze.
Carefully reordering the subliminal traits of the countless blemished psyche.
Maintaining a balance, a cure for the ailing.
'they mast be changed for the good of all.
' Independence of mind is an unacceptable outcome.
It is not perfect, not pure.
A pursuit neither 'good' nor 'evil'... no more
With his falling.
All guidance is lost.
The fallen one, so convinced; determined to repair what has been eternally flawed:
The Human Race.
Conquered by the defect of his own mortality.
Unguided... Untamed... Unstopped... One thought with an infinity of voices.
No balance in the human form.
Stopped.
This will return us to zero when it is finished, how are we to continue?
For we will he only one - the same mind in a multitude of bodies

Awakening to strange surroundings; the comforting hold of a panic laced with fear...
This is the only sensation familiar within.
Memories are vague...
Wearing an unknown skin Struggling to fight the forced amnesia, your subconscious mind...
Crudely transplanted Alone in this luminous chamber...
Confused, you regain your sentient abilities,
Only to recollect unbelievable events that could only be vivid dreams of the most disturbing kind,
Yet soon you will learn...
Dreams they are not!
These will be your 'tasks' for this day: You are but an unwilling weapon...
Simply a tool in a conflict you could not comprehend.
A mufti-dimensional struggle, to keep 'intelligent' life subdued
Creating an unnatural, yet necessary universal balance.
A battle almost fast.
Within the dimensional cluster this rising advancement causes troubles beyond comprehension.
An increased "intelligence".
Begets a plague of stupidity...
Known in many different forms.
In a multitude of archaic writings.
Some fear his coming, others rejoice and hope.
A familiar face with many names, in countless obscure worlds.
Your cruel get imperative role played out.
Arrival...
New skin masking an old mind On a planet you shall only visit once,
Your job is done obliviously...
You have no control; the outcome is predetermined.
Your pure presence: all that's required.
Harmful advancements wiped away, unsustainable populous culled.
Only the weak of mind remain...
Returning, purged of your skin.
The overseers prepare your mind and new body, for a new day of universal maintenance...

Using universal time theories to ratify their religion.
These elite toil, to advance comprehension - Of space and time.
Although; out for the benefit of 'outsiders'.
Only their sanctuary shall profit as they understand, the true purpose of life:
To become a god, to become omnipotent -
This is life's work, yet completion will be fatal.
Psychologically unbalanced leaders in knowledge,
Unwittingly preparing the termination of 'reality'.
Yet with no malevolence towards others of their kindred...
Simply focusing on the will of the sermon.
Time movement is their goal such dedication rarely witnessed!
The only motivation in their myopic minds an individual craving for a subconscious need,
Allows philosophical faults to be unseen thus far created revolutionary scientific:
And technical advancements that that would be the awe of all.
Their concealment from society however, masks such glory,
Playing fundamentalist cult like spiritual insanity.
The word of their messiah eludes to their intentions yet she is no more than,
A charismatic jester of the modern world.
Emittfihs her synonym -
The name of true insanity time must be unbalanced to reach true enlightenment
For it is a cage that enslaves us all.
Restricted in thought we are not.
For we seek what others only dream,
Try as they might, those un-enlightened will not understand
The secrets and power that await in the shifting of time we must strive against ill-informed resistance
To acquire the chalice of a higher spiritual awakening!
Time must be stopped to achieve their purpose; A crazed thought.
Impossible of course?
Yet their methods could be plausible if their timeline theories are correct,
This 'cult' could succeed in reversing reality itself,
Cataclysmic events beyond mental, comprehension.
Reversing the evolution of that universe itself!
Using, advanced quantum physics and light frequency radiation to achieve the task.
Accidentally covering the mysteries of time, but believing it to be true celestial intervention.
Theories, when, exercised, will follow a destructive path.
Transgressing timelines and interfering in matters of dimensional construct...
The Objective: To find the dawn of time itself and prevent it from commencing!
Only then will they reach.
Their goal...
Omnipotence!
A fascinating presumption, that only time will reveal...

A virus unnoticed.
Now ingrained in us all For we are not what we appear to be...
This is the fundamental nature of the syndrome.
A plague presenting a new means of being: of which has never been witnessed.
Nothing.
To alleviate the effect...
Oblivious, relieved of our true awareness; replaced with a new script for our futures:
Puppets for a twisted play.
With humanity as the lead.
Spread with such an aggressive velocity:
Concealed within the natural magnetic properties of the earth.
A unique catalyst: an efficient method to spread infection.
We were all contaminated within an instant...
The entire populous: with no immunity...
Our bodies rendered void: our minds unaware.
In harmony we fell where we stood...
Motionless, switched into a dreamlike state.
Our tangible existence replaced...
Oblivious: we carry on with our now illusionary life.
However, we are the ignorant architects: damned for us, we are smarter than we think.
This virus spawned because of a need.
It was the logical evolutionary step for humanity.
It is what we (internally) desired...
Evolution.
Simply making efficient the lives we catty out
The trivial distraction that is life, prevented us from noticing, the gradual change...
Collectively, we longed for an amendment (to life).
Easier...
Simple...
Apathetic.
Uncultivated areas of our brain the silent nursery.
Natural magnetic waves that circle out world, creating a linked community:
Linking us all without awareness, nurturing the 'virus': the evolutionary solution.
Continually developing.
Continually refining, methodically approaching the required developed state.
What happens now as out bodies lie still?
A serene silence eclipsing the globe...
Our next stage of evolution is complete...
The human form more efficient than previously thought possible.
But, how long can the hosts of our new way of life sustain us?
Our mortal bodies...
Without nutritional replenishment surely we perish?
Is this an evolutionary flaw, of just a natural progression?

Uncontrollable addict...
On a downward spiral towards my mortal end: and beginning.
A dependence that I can never impede; neither wanting, nor able to.
For I live and die for the compulsion.
An experience few discover, and even less wish to return from.
Troubled that it can't be shared.
I must lead this life of seclusion, to hide my continuous revealing crusade.
Far beyond a fixation, it is now my life's labor.
Rudimentary equipment is all I utilize.
A device so simple, yet so precise - an inaccuracy insures failure...
Guile, yet effective for its only function...
Assisting the voyage.
My life in the care of this specially crafted tool; it is the only gray for me to return.
I need to explore lain...
There is s o much more to be known!
Strapped to the mechanism, I prepare...
Essential wires attach, restraints hold me into position.
I'm ready...
The flick of a switch steals the commencement...
A controlled electric current is administered.
The short lived pain I must pass through, is a mere token price...
Clinically dead; yet I feel so alive.
Here again, I know to explore in haste - time is restricted.
My natural physical casing is of no use here.
A sensation so welcoming is overpowering.
I must resist the urge to stay...
Turning away from the luminosity I see before me, I look for new areas to explore...
It feels vaguely different each time I come...
Could it be evolving?
The only thing that is certain is that I'm being watched...
Concentrating, I block out distractions.
To tie in the increasing stream of thoughts, emotions, sensations,
Insinuating what this place actually is...
It must be a gateway of sorts: a collection point; Collecting at is now theirs.
I know my time is almost up as I sense them approach,
Far I am the latest acquisition I can roughly make out their silhouette...
But this is not hour it is supposed to be.
Agony indescribable hits rte.
I'm pulled ungracefully from one reality to another.
My journey complete as I'm artificially revived.
I Slump forward into unconsciousness...
Intense pain when I wake once more, in the marl world.
It is of little concern; the knowledge gained is essential.
I must return...
There is s a much more to learnt must know what is really, beyond.
But I must rest my weak mortal shell...

Erratically abducted with no method of selection.
Each time unique in method, get the outcome is arrays the same:
To begin a lie with change d potential,
That an endowment of enormity it is to be forgiven of a wasted past...
No single being could relinquish such an opportunity?
A slate wiped clean.
Passed indiscretions forgotten, a new canvas to soil.
The originator of the legacy unknown.
It is assumed they were the initial recipient of heir brilliant creation.
Only a personal chronicle remains.
Leaving questions unfulfilled; writings alluding to a distressed yet brilliant mind...
One frustrated by the limitations of one lifetime, age, gender and origin remain unidentified
Irrelevant by self admission.
Not troubled by ego needs, only by our deficient learning process...
Trying to undo a culture of misinformation and lethargy.
Helping to redirect recipients away from a misguided path.
Letting the mortal live two lives instead of one.
Those seized will unlearn left with but a task,
One that they will relish with the new life they have before them
As a burden they were unaware of is removed.
A task to make two old canvases new once again.
Sharing the rebirth.
Continuing the effect.
It is simple process: life reassignment...
Hypnotic techniques never before seen disrupting the natural chemical balance thin
The brain possibly always there for such an action to be chosen?
Bracing the past, creating a future...
Years wasted are removed, as all menial traces of their previous life will be erased.
Awakening will leave them renewed, innocent once more...
Ready to pass on the gift to two more, continuing the cycle.

Waking each dawn if it was the first
Sleep eroding all trace of a past
With only vivid dreams intact
I foresee all that will become
A prophet unaware... A reluctant oracle
I remain naive and innocent
Tainted only by the knowledge of a sinister future.
Memories: For me they are Non-Existent
The concept is alien

Carrying clouded prophecies for the future
I see time moving in the opposite direction
Visions becoming clearer as they move toward fruition
Each second sees another vision fulfilled

A mind overwhelmed
All knowledge I possess dissolves as time passes
A mind purged
The future cannot be changed
With mine or your actions,
Every act has already occurred
The future is complete, all outcomes final

You cannot choose.
Unchangeable.
Unbiased.
Exact.

So without a past,
How can I be defined?
I do not possess a 'life', I only exist
My mind a window I wish I could shatter
Not free to choose a path to travel
As I already see its end.
With a perpetual view into the void that will become
I am the Observer to the Future,
Watching the crumbling timeline unfold in reverse.

To cull the weak, the strong must be removed
Abducted/Discarded/Disabled
By whatever means required - Nothing is sacred in our eyes
We leave only those who will follow without questioning

Following, but oblivious to where
Your kind has always been in plague proportions
And must be contained,
It is a calculated effort to guide the future
For it must be carefully structured
There is order to all we do
Nothing random... Nothing left to chance
We are the architects of this existence you revel in
Without our guidance, you would not exist

You owe all to us without even knowing,
You are not all equal, therefore a balance must be enforced
It is our responsibility, the weak must outnumber the strong
Your kind would never commit to such actions

Yet its necessity is obvious
Our actions are etched in history
Past, Present, Future,
Our actions wide reaching
Our brethren stretch across time
Our brethren creating the world you know
We worship our actions only; Not your false idols

We are mortal, yet our purpose is not
We are autonomous, yet linked for efficiency
Our motives are clear
We are the next step in the evolutionary process
And you are our life's work.

Inactive genes awakening
The 'Maturation' process: Triggered
A rebirth of sorts
Drones of a now forgotten conflict
Rendered null, void by time.

Lost, still searching for the idealistic purpose
Their hierarchic positions cannot change
Future victims of their one function: Tools for war

Nil Abnegation
At the mercy of their own hands
Slaves still, to a long defunct master
A discarded and forgotten race
Unaware of their purpose; they create one
More wrong they could not have been,
Shackled to hostility

Blissfully ignorant to that which is stirring
Caustic, malignant, beneath the skin
That which cannot be removed,
Sentient weapons, primed for their purpose
Subtle changes will remain unnoticed
Gradual acceptance of a tainted morality

History shunned
Yesterday's insanity will prevail as today's norm
Clearing the way for the downfall of the monarch of one
Thirsting for deprivation : Turning on their own
Natural behaviour for the matured breed
Truth unravelling, shattering the accord

In time they will understand
Yet change they cannot enact
Witness of their own unravelling
Guiding their way towards the Completion of the Species
Motivated by the higher calling in extinction,
The Legacy of Nihil Born.

Mocked and discarded,
Treated as an inferior by-product
By a society drunk on the power of progression
'Collateral Damage' in a patronising age

A multitude of the newly evolved
They are the bright beacon of a dark future
A glimpse of what will become
The peak of mankind is lower than assumed
A new genetic equilibrium is forming

As nature corrects itself
Discarding core functions that mankind have neglected
Arrogance and apathy the culprit
New generations replace the values of the old
Non-essential human elements enhanced
As the correction takes place.

A slow and cruel process, this cannot be reversed
They will create a twisted balance of power
Becoming the majority, their numbers multiplying
Gradually outnumbering those who deem themselves as the norm,
Uprooting all that is held sacred to an ego

Driven mass
Nothing can curb the spiral effect
Your future kin will become "Them"
Tainted decedents will usher in the new era

Manipulation of evolution
Against all that is natural
A course uncharted
Creating that which was once revered by all
Becoming the one to oppose what has always been
The Pinnacle

Reconstructing the elemental nature of Life
A transcendence with no recourse
Time, no longer the restrictive force
Time, no longer the constant
The pendulum has stopped.

By removing the balancing factor
I rise about the homogeneous
We are equals no more
With the common bond of death removed

I stand alone.
Alone in Power.
Alone in Stature.
Alone.

Time is now irrelevant
The invisible structure long ago destroyed
I cannot undo what has been done
A selfish dream that has turned
Into an unwanted reality
Waiting for that which will never come
Without an end, how can "Life" exist?

Now I Just Am
I Am Eternal
I am Nothing

Confined within an archaic shell
One not offering protection
It is the epitome of imprisonment
No heed taken to the ever cracking facade
Slowly collapsing
Unable, or unwilling to seize the truth

Apathy; the only foe
Blinded by antiquated ideals
Relics of a naive age
Lured by self-created prophecies
Feeble addicts to the euphoria of self-importance

Revelling in myopic fantasies
Righteous, yet without a throne
Deaf to the inherent calling
An ignored motivation not acted upon
Primitive minds will forever be distracted by primitive needs

Eternally the walking dormant
Symbols of the devolution process
Transcendence for the taking,
The implements of change await those who look
Yet no hand will rise for the grail

The worn path will continue to be trodden
By the week generic horde
A procession of the lost, blind and frail
Becoming the pallbearers of their own condemned future

Correct mistakes of blood
Follow the ruler to usurp the crown
Take what is not bestowed by lineage
Take what can never be handed
The averted gaze of arrogance; ripe for the knife

Flinch not
Carve a new future
Forge it by force

Hesitate now and forever wait
For that which will not come again
A lost opportunity to sculpt a new hierarchy
To become the catalyst, not the witness
Blood stained hands can be cleansed
Indictable traces removed, disposed
Neither black nor white exists when you dwell in the shade

Answerable to None
A forced superiority; the Universal Effect
The transfer of power absolute
Slaves will forever remain slaves
Kings will forever walk among kings

Standing alone, never as One
For the weak will drain all from what they covet
Become the ruler of all and want for nothing.

Waging a battle where there can be no victor
An immortal army of one... Myself
The enemy... A truth that cannot be faced
Controller of fate? I'm its feeble servant!
Free to chose anything that my will desires
Yet no alternatives exist
I do not want this

What defines a 'God'?
The ability to create?... Or Destroy?
I am in possession of both
Not of my will, nor discretion
A mere passenger of chance
Unlucky to be the chosen one

Undesirable omnipotence
A god confused serves no purpose
Denial is a powerful ally
And my only confidant
If all is burned, will I be caught in flames?
Or stand alone in the ashes of the void?

Timeless and ageless in a self-created abyss,
I know the answer
Yet to it I cannot concede
I am above all
Yet, still I'm a Slave

Stripped of all that is unique, it is redundant
You have joined us, Welcome...
Embrace the new freedom of which you have never felt
Embrace the Nothingness
The sinister burden of individuality lifted
Embrace Us

You need struggle no longer
We offer what you have long yearned for
You will become complete
Now part of our family
Revel without our created monotheistic system
All else is false

You have chosen what is right
You have chosen what is true
You have accepted the inevitable
Adorned with the sacred cloth
You are now our brothers and sisters
Forget your past, repent
We forgive you

For you knew nothing else
Pure savages now tamed
We will guide your future
Together we move toward
All outsiders must fear us

Icons of dissent must fall, the great unclean herded
Those suitable, welcomed... Failures, discarded
Our invitation needs no reply
Vengeance awaits the chosen who doubt, refuse or mock.
We insure this, you will insure this
We cannot be faulted, we are immaculate
Values bond us closer than blood
Our family is ever growing
We will continue to do what is right:
Cleansing the Profane

On the throne of the elite
Shunning the deviates, so proud and holy
You would always fall
Never to remember the gloating

Holding a skeleton key - key to salvation
It was only time that stood in the way

Of the great revelation
Where science and the spirit collide
A crossroad leading to the same answer

One and the same
A fact that shattered the illustrious grandeur
You so forcefully shared
Carriers of the plague

This living contradiction sparked
An organic deterioration never witnessed

Originating from within
You carried the plague to your flock
Bodies in rejection
Slowly ridding the filth

Purged of their very essence
It was you who turned them caustic, infecting them
Confusing them with this horrid sentence

No longer whole
Lamenting what you all once were
The simple ways gone
In its place an uncertain destiny

This science fact turning you into a fraud
You should have never tampered with your core
Genetics would always succumb
Under the weight of the human repression
Carriers of the plague

On a once worn path
Struggle for significance
Night and day all the same
Stories told inspire change

Of this gracious fortune
Sacrifices to be made
Dignity and unity
For some shall fade to grey
Great wars and conflict
Seem a daily monotony
As some struggle within
Destined to be enslaved

Broken down
Wrapped in chains

Belief the only way forward
All beaten to submission

Taking a glance to the other side
Though the deceptive lies
As the ages move forward
No one knows what is true or false
But its secrets must be stored
No matter what the cost

Questions keep arising
Contradictions always apparent
Always telling lie after lie
Covering up on the highest level
Security can't be breached
Too many people have their hands in this purse
What will become
These forceful tyrants have their minions walking

Brainwashed fools
Stagger streets like zombies
These alien beings
Rule this world with a book

A plan two thousand years old
Taking longer than ever imagined
But still won't ever give up
Humankind much stronger than first thought
Summons power to question
Things without sufficient evidence
But still won't ever give in
Too many years have been spent on this

Lost - you take comfort in lies
For this a grave mistake for these times
In gathered diluted thoughts
Past comprehensions from signs

Such came from knowledge
Of an inclement state of
Periodic euphoria
Once found can never return

So it once was lost in
Realms of wayward plains
Now is time for research
Comfort once, now in such shame

In time - effects of this device
Taken over lengths of time will deny
Once sane minds
Will be corrupted by
Delusions of
An unforgiving day

This is: what was then
Time cannot stand still
So it: now become
So what have I become

So it once was lost in
Realms of wayward plains
Now is time for research
Comfort once, now in such shame

Thrones waged upon blood
The march is never-ending
Victor unknown
Endless power struggle

Who comes with me
Marching forward to the unknown depths
Who stakes a claim
The legions' word shall live forever
Destination unknown
Like an epidemic, take these lands by storm
Breaking their wills
Convert them to the word of the kings

Thrones waged upon fear
Follow the words from before us
Who knows right from wrong
Further we fall down this hole

Led on this path
Bodies broken
Cause yet unknown
Fighting for what reason
Slipping into
Grip from beyond
This tyrant needs blood
Stripped of moral dignity

Questions can't be answered
This life is not for me
Why can't they see what we see
Greed is all they need
Conflict hides the real needs
Fame and fortune he seeks
Unacceptable losses of life

Thrones waged upon fear
Follow the words from before us
Who knows right from wrong
Further we fall down this hole

Who comes with me
Marching forward to the unknown depths
Who stakes a claim
The legions' word shall live forever
Destination unknown
Like an epidemic, take these lands by storm
Breaking their wills
Convert them to the word of the kings

Treachery - seeking pleasure in mournful eyes
You never know what is round the corner
Lurking in depths lies a fateful karma
Creeping upon you like a spiteful plague
Taking you down further disposition
No one to help, you fucked up everything
Lavation that is installed upon us
Once come in waves, now a hoarded wealth

Covered with lies
I never thought it would come to this
The desperation
I never thought it would be like this

Tried to bribe us
With feeble aggregations
Some fell for it
But most saw through it

Deception - and the rate is rising
Hatred toward you only growing stronger
Pretentiousness, you never knew the other side
Pain inflicted only fuels our anger

Tried to bribe us
With feeble aggregations
Some fell for it
But most saw through it

In this day and age your intentions will fail
The greed and corruption will come into dismay
Coming in forward we reach for the facts
These hidden fortunes will be illuminated

Now is time for a change
No hope left for us now

Slithering unchecked between worlds
Such desperation, sickening to see
A serpent masquerading as a prophet
Blind, directionless, lost

We all came forth
Excited and enthralled

Fooled, one and all
Welcomed by the mass
We praised every word
Copied every act

Join us
Follow us
Become us
Spread our word

Hate them, control them
Despise them, change their word

Join the cult
Become the cult

A hunger for control
The thirst to convert
Hidden by our hope, buried by our dreams
We believed the spoken word

The rhetoric of the blind
Prophetic rants so insane
Gullible, we get what we deserve
Flame in hand, marching onwards
A self-made prophet setting the world alight

Our home in ruins, we are torn and tattered
Never graced by a backwards glance
Flame in hand, marching onwards

The pen is mightier than the sword
Yet we burnt the paper that we needed
The flames alluring... high on destruction
Writings and teachings turned to ashes

Ironic, foolish
Left to write with only a blade
Etchings were created

Carved for aeons within man
Amazed by its elegance
It easily seduced us
To submission

In our beds we had our throats slit
A collective massacre of will and reason

Outsmarted by the stupid
The enlightened blinded by light
Were part of the cult
Forever lambs to the slaughter
Elements of old remain
But polluted by the new
Continuing to taint the truth

The few who strive are scorned
The scorned who believe are condemned
An appalling state of man

Thoughts are not
So easily subdued
Look through these eyes
Things in your mind
Easily destroy you
Come with me

The pain of things once done
Shall never be taken back
The strive for better being
Personality of man
Can never be understood
Why self-destruction

Destruction imminent
You know you cannot win
The more that you fight
The stronger the urges get
To cause self-failure
Never winning this game in your head

What is this chaos inside me
So hard to believe that it's me
It's a driving force that's beneath me
The way out I can't possibly see

Forced deprivation of idealistic thoughts
The cause of what is inclement to me
Take a step forward to no return
Put down by force, no more oppression

Intrepid state in violation
You'll be back, it's so easy to see
Two steps forward yet three steps back
Cannot win such oppression

Thoughts are not
So easily subdued
Look through these eyes

I know you know what is coming around
This is habit
Don't say I won't, this is just lies
Lying to yourself

Thoughts are not
So easily subdued
Look through these eyes
Things in your mind
Easily destroy you
Come with me

Bounded since birth
To a master never revealed
I have been enslaved
Hidden beneath a deep cosmic veil
Flickers of reason, clouded by doubt
Truths that lay dormant
Now remembered

A crisis ensuing within my mind
Conflicting duality, illogical reality
Everything once known is wrong
Denial, despair, desperation
I can not make this insanity stop

A sleeper has awoken
Awake! A sleeper no more
Validation... vindication
For once a fraudulent life
Seeing the five universal laws are really eight

Eating away at a once sane mind
This reality is coming to an end
You cannot ignore the truth
And the truth will set you free...
This is what I have always been told
This is what I always believed

A sleeper has awoken
Awake! A sleeper no more
Validation... vindication
For once a fraudulent life
Seeing the five universal laws are really eight

My new knowledge, our new power
We are now in control

New senses awake, a species reborn
Nothing can stand in our path

Life now balanced, minds set free
We were not ready for this...
A knowledge so true, so pure; it poisons us

The body can't keep such knowledge contained
Our only way to survive
Cast away all reason
Smart enough to know
We aren't smart enough for this...