Forlorn

Redeeming speaker, patron of heresy and discord

Everything coming from the mouth, every sound

Every exclamation, every word is a product of verbal decomposition

Reek of speaker’s efforts result spreads more and more

In order to obstruct information field

As you were thrown down into your own pettiness

And chose imaginary as frustration instrument

Soon you are going to swallow relative forms

Ingested and regurgitated throughout the centuries

Fallen, what is the purpose of forgiveness you’re striving to?

Eternal tortures are waiting carefully for every rotten step

And action made by filthy men

Would that life be worthy of disappointment

Of those who had given it to unholy creatures

Supporting side effect of the most simple evolution way

As a result you shall face more and more

Overwhelming solitude, so what shall you undertake

When your mouth is fed by worms?

This filthy tongue was telling lies

Now being cut off as a sign of redemption

For executed verbal parasitism

Mankind’s body is an altar of acts on causing pain

As well as taking it in full volume until you’re abandoned

And worn lying on the bottom

This is a final stage before eternal agony

Would you prefer to be forlorn against collapse of your existence?