Alignment of One

[MechanicalFlesh]

Clinched between deciet and suffocating tourniquets
Trapped in the torture of confusion
Awakend in a dream
Exposed to cryptic illusions
That borough deep into the holes
Of the cradles and comforts
Burned down upon the temple
Filled with fallacies
Punctured and bleeding out like the serpents slither
Pooling in and around the graves
Dug by the filthy nails of the dying
As they sink into a coma
And search the theory of theroputic thought
In purgatory
Inflicting carnage
Tearing flesh from accustom reason
Without doubt
Without fear
Without question
The revival of the fittest
The alignment of one!

[Warmsoul/Jeanie13]

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