Forlorn

Redeeming speaker, patron of heresy and discord
Everything coming from the mouth, every sound
Every exclamation, every word is a product of verbal decomposition

Reek of speaker’s efforts result spreads more and more
In order to obstruct information field
As you were thrown down into your own pettiness
And chose imaginary as frustration instrument

Soon you are going to swallow relative forms
Ingested and regurgitated throughout the centuries

Fallen, what is the purpose of forgiveness you’re striving to?
Eternal tortures are waiting carefully for every rotten step
And action made by filthy men

Would that life be worthy of disappointment
Of those who had given it to unholy creatures
Supporting side effect of the most simple evolution way

As a result you shall face more and more
Overwhelming solitude, so what shall you undertake
When your mouth is fed by worms?

This filthy tongue was telling lies
Now being cut off as a sign of redemption
For executed verbal parasitism

Mankind’s body is an altar of acts on causing pain
As well as taking it in full volume until you’re abandoned
And worn lying on the bottom

This is a final stage before eternal agony

Would you prefer to be forlorn against collapse of your existence?