The Unflesh

Simian moths in searcg of
Metanoia and illuminance
Exuberant dismay will reap

Condemnation decomposes sanity
Through inhumanity and putrification
A plunge towards hopless dismal death

Another pawn has taken the fall
A mind unsound and rotted
Put him up against the wall
Along with the tortured, the raped
And the gutted

The unflesh is burning

And whenn the shell of
Mortal breath has ruptured
When existence has been wiped
Off the portal of perception
When, freed of shape or heart
Anon succumbs to life-defying rapture
At last, the truth be shown

And the depravation has just begun
Unseen chasms of perdition await
The very fabric of the soul comes undone
Never to abate, the gulf digest them one by one

The unflesh is burning

And whenn the shell of
Mortal breath has ruptured
When existence has been wiped
Off the portal of perception
When, freed of shape or heart
Anon succumbs to life-defying rapture
At last, the truth be shown