Atherial
The Devicer
Upon the unborn, as a DevicerWed as a lock upon a doorIn abolitionIn the faltering of guided intentOh, what am I to be, as such?In this transmutationAnchored of admirationLimited of dispositionYou tireless despotsFabricate my prison(All they want is)To shepherd forth the grandest kind: about divide, infernoOf our attributes we acquiesce to comprehend theseBinding forces(For I smell a fragrance between your attainmentsAs though it snakes through the skin of your vesselNow, of grandeur's essence, you feel my markUniversal: perched on the alcove, in the heart of your mind's eye)I am insurrectionLetras de cancionesMy origin is crossed: undoneFrom the lyre the made the first soundSo too did you feel the touch of the hand that plucked itYou are stripped of your stringsImpotence, I am a frigid frameImpotenceImpotence, I am a cast of a frigid frameGuarded from the folly of intrinsic weaknessShelled within the maw of the fireDelivered of the tether holding my essenceI remain transfixedInculcating ambitionReciprocating bounded souls, weathering the plight of disasterThe contagion that fills usFinds rest in the culling of my willAlas, unwritten longingTo fear not the sun though it burns.Fear not the sun though it burns.
From Letras Mania