Eve of Contempt

Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves.

Beyond medicine of current day I'm being tortured by this
growing inflamation. Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty
brow. I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my
will I shall embrace it. It drip-dries from its inverted,
bloated head.

The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the
anomalous thing. changing in structure, my expression, looks
not human, I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an
abomination, a form from the most wicked of depths has now
been granted my distorted flesh.

A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off. Destiny, my
sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings.

With open eyes I start to feel delight. Agitate no more, no doubts
I can't resist to heed the lights of the looming black.

My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied, and with

No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside, for
I'm not me and of now conceived again.

Solo: Karlsson

The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from
the wall. I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on
calling and I shall them join. The order of chaos awaits in
another world. Disintegrate, I'll return mentally. My body of
scorn I'll leave here as they seize my soul.