I watch the skies, as the bombs fall like hail

The screams of the dying, the sickness, the frail

We had it all, but we couldn't see

The destruction that we'd bring, the fall from grace

Sharp is the edge of the fractal of humanity

Shredding like a chainsaw through eternity

Man and man, running antithetically

All sonder a synonymous path bearing to escape me

The illumination of my hand casts a shadow upon the land

A raging flame to be extinguished

Darkness revealed, a beam of light concеaled

At the brink of oblivion will be diminishеd

My iron quill takes a spill at my inkwell

The parchment's soaking but my mind is at a standstill

Into the mess I gaze, reality is paved

The gutters run red as they choke on the bitter pill

My consignment from green to the gates for the earth's refinement

Endless violence. Begin the silence

Abdicate the immanence and pray for the realignment

Take the breath away

The price they pay

The souls will ferry as they bend to my will

And they fucking will

(Apophenia)

You and I are much the same

(Pareidolia)

But none of us less to blame

Hypothetically, Suicidal

Quiet minds suffocated by the rainfall

Endless layers of fear

A grim perspective from the outside

I wear 1000 masks, which do you see?

Does that say more of you? Or more of me?

Slowly breaking away at the mould

The martyrs begging for command to hold

I wear 1000 masks, which do you see?

Does that say more of you? Or more of me?