In A Language They Understand

It’s been a while since the flint of entropy ignited the simian mind, With dreams of power and distrust – only death is real! With a world set back centuries and wolves at the door; When there is no room for new ideas – only death is real! Only death is real! Forcing distasteful convictions, A narrative by blackmail and coercion. Rejecting the facts: unholy zeal Repulsed by the acts: religious, secular Gaze into the void – inaccessible… Beyond transfinite ordinal… Deep into the world of the unfathomable… Comrades embrace, saluting the martyr, Ignore the pungent reminder That no deconstruction or contrition will spare the blind Let those with eyes to see. For the souls that inhabit the air, And bodies cast into the ground: Consumed to the world – your disharmony is mine! Within your heart of bronze the absence of mercy. Go forth: create a world unlike any. Change the course of existence, Remake the image of man!