Crypteria
Facing West
Scorched earth, a ravaged land-imagined splendor defaced by scalding.The ghosts of hollow words-a mirage of dreams, then the innermost fades away.Blinded by what can't be seen.Crushed by what will never be.Empty wavering gleam-desolate mindscape, vision cloudingIn deep- losing self-control-the will implodes and they are lead to a living grave.Acceptance of mere dreaming,dissonance unresolved.Life obscured from real meaning-exchanged for the beyond.Kneeling down before the sun's horizon they pray that someone,something listens to their cries.In obedience to a non-existent shadow that covers thinking,Letras de cancioneseclipsing thought and wasting minds.Mumbling to themselves with their heads bent down,prostrate in the dirt.Grim absurdities of a primitive creed, praying for death to the world.A paradise of rape is the imagined placethey think they go when they die.Ministry of hate to the apostate,self-exploded funeral pyres.
From Letras Mania