Something For The Weakened

The filth and fury will weaken no longer - Pervasive mistrust Transcend the dormant seeds of a negative realm When convictions are no longer enough to feel alive False notions only time and rot can heal Like doubt in the predator's mire Objects of affliction, futile tenuous threats form, distort and uninform Flayed and dissected - concourse the alien mind Worn by invective - murder of the inner child Slaves of desperation - in deed or unvirtue Every human provided with wounds open to close Unchain the vision: beast as machine A sense of purpose, a wanting returning - unbound by disgust The scars in trauma inflamed a sickness infecting you now Pride resurrected - all thoughts are murder in hell Apocalyptic - searching their gaze for a sign Have you ever wondered what cataclysmic ordeals The everlasting vortex has yet in store for you Divine seclusion eerie relics remain But with illusion confront these fears