Soliloquies Of The War Machine

Emerging from skeletal canopies

Mask lit embers peering through the carves

Rusted fingers begin to purge

Through the silhouettes of ether

Crafting an end to the elements

Sawing the branches to dust

Speaking a beginning to empires

Grasping upwards their geometry

Encompassing a snarl of tapestries

Here is a machine that toils its rapture

Mounting its abrasions on the corpse of humanity

Iron sided tears feed its mask of skeletal masterpieces

It rips to pieces all it touches

And so it feeds on all that spills

It is the force of all that plunders

A heaving city forged of steel

Wreaking its havoc upon the burial ground

That soaks away the fumes of life

The machine grinds away

Destroying as a means to an end

Ripping away light that snaps apart like bright ligaments

Once attached to the body of reason

This is a city thats feeds upon

The sunrise leaking clawline to the

Forest grasping at its tracts

To suckle its bile flacking auras

It hungers in darkness for those who lapse into its frenzy

Draining horizons of catching spectacle

And shoving them full of its choking exhale

Curses that claw at the cradles of nurture

Camouflaged to pierce the armor of nature

As the chains of disgust hang from its iron viscera

Hemorrhaging eyes rolling back words in orgiastic havoc

It welled tears of acid rain and Malevolex lurched to comfort

As it spoke from sewer grated eyelids casting at its yellowed pupils

In the way of a quest existential

The machine grinds away

Destroying as a means to an end

Ripping away light that snaps apart like bright ligaments

Once attached to the body of reason

The slave to all war and consequence rolled its tongue beneath the sun

It slid bolt carved teeth into conversation

"We are all chained from underneath those within the shadowsphere,

They will drag us through gilded flames of greed and fear"

"Your flesh reads this tragedy and you wear it like the walls they build

Break them down, and through destruction brings creation's will"