Where lies the strangling fruit

That came from the hand of the sinner

I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead…

To share with the worms, who gather in the darkness that surrounds this world

And with the power of their lives they shape these words

Giving their voices to the formless and unheard

Speaking for the ones that never were

Now I am filled with light

Suffused with knowledge and a sense of hiddеn purpose

A burning brightness just benеath the surface

Apoptosis, the destruction of the self

The death of the ego, unconsciously compelled

To sacrifice and shed, the frailty of our flesh

Until the light is all that’s left

And all shall come to share this revelation

Of the beauty in the desolation

But in the black waters, where the sun still shines at night

The fruit shall come ripe, in a darkness so golden

And as they blossom, all our sins will be forgiven

Forever washed away, by this beautiful decay

A malady of melody

Sings like fire through my burning veins

Pregnant with the promise of the coming change

Apoptosis, the destruction of the self

The death of the ego, unconsciously compelled

To sacrifice and shed, the frailty of our flesh

Until the light is all that’s left

All shall be granted their own illumination

In the glory of annihilation

I am the prophet of the plague

I am the herald of the passing of an age