My world below me has crumbled forcing me to take on new wings…
The system that surrounds me has opened eyes to new heights of catalyst, and the senses of unknowing spirits dull…fade…aimless…
Aimlessly wandering through channeled doors to other angles of reality
, bending their sight to fit the perception of the etile voice from below time….
I can hear it now, the siren’s voice from on top the highest zenith of human awareness has not been so perceived in ages by the nether-crawling things that are seen as reflections in these days…
2. he Ruins of Dissolution
Our side of spiritual calamity breathes in green disease that fatigues the ajna in all of awareness-accessible beings, clouding and shaping invisible mirrors that show you what you want to see, conjures ever-shifting entities that bend its image to will…
Nothing seems real through the eye in the pyramid-shaped portal, nothing is real but what the disease can convince you is real…
Auaesuve,
An illusion-mirror shaped into a mental hammer to shard what’s put forth.
The vision of exultance is no longer the pounding of a deceased earth through the hands of the reptile eye, the scene of extinction is no longer inevitable through the shards of Auaesuve at my feet…
3. The Benighted Era of the New Age
See a civilizarion of outer-things and their and native slaves filling a whole of existence, consciousness taken over by new heights of deception…their angle of dimensions just a corner of our own, filling the native minds with pre-euclidean forms and pre-cambrian lies of space kings and alien conquerors, spread through occult “knowledge” and childs-play magikical acts and rituals…a whole civilization of blind soldiers being pushed through to the demon-void, willingly and happily, to give up their souls for dreams and illusions, the walking brain-dead, not knowing the demons they open the doors for…
Human beings turned into spiritual cannibals, feeding off of the posion in our brethren and in ourselves, clawing and digging aimlessly into who we are, never questioning, always silently nodding…being laughed at from more vile akashas.
”What a foolish thing they pursue. They have eyes and yet they can not use them.” See a civilization where humans are not as they think, but through energy cross-communication deliver their soul-owners lie from one to another, spreading disease and spiritual destruction to whomever their invisible net reaches…diseased and unknowning, fed by shapes and signals from their homes, living as a live radio feed, live examples of hypnotic and demonic television-brains in stock-marketed bodies, do as they say…perfect slaves for the benighted era of the new age.
4. Displaced and Uncharted
(This song is an instrumental, and the lyrics below is only what the music is suppose to represent.)
the un-named visitor has a name now, and through awaking the dream becomes a dream, and through opened eyes the perception is a perception, and the truth to the stream of bodies became clear as the bodies all share my face…and their blood cries out with the screams of familiar voices…and all the unknown beings that float aimlessly and trapped in their own bodies in the clouds become known as the realization of identity falls over…
That all that dwell within the realm of doom has created for themselves a hell to dwell in…and their reflection needs to be shattered…
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I can hear it now, the siren’s voice from on top the highest zenith of human awareness has not been so perceived in ages by the nether-crawling things that are seen as reflections in these days…
2. he Ruins of Dissolution
Our side of spiritual calamity breathes in green disease that fatigues the ajna in all of awareness-accessible beings, clouding and shaping invisible mirrors that show you what you want to see, conjures ever-shifting entities that bend its image to will…
Nothing seems real through the eye in the pyramid-shaped portal, nothing is real but what the disease can convince you is real…
Auaesuve,
An illusion-mirror shaped into a mental hammer to shard what’s put forth.
The vision of exultance is no longer the pounding of a deceased earth through the hands of the reptile eye, the scene of extinction is no longer inevitable through the shards of Auaesuve at my feet…
3. The Benighted Era of the New Age
See a civilizarion of outer-things and their and native slaves filling a whole of existence, consciousness taken over by new heights of deception…their angle of dimensions just a corner of our own, filling the native minds with pre-euclidean forms and pre-cambrian lies of space kings and alien conquerors, spread through occult “knowledge” and childs-play magikical acts and rituals…a whole civilization of blind soldiers being pushed through to the demon-void, willingly and happily, to give up their souls for dreams and illusions, the walking brain-dead, not knowing the demons they open the doors for…
Human beings turned into spiritual cannibals, feeding off of the posion in our brethren and in ourselves, clawing and digging aimlessly into who we are, never questioning, always silently nodding…being laughed at from more vile akashas.
”What a foolish thing they pursue. They have eyes and yet they can not use them.” See a civilization where humans are not as they think, but through energy cross-communication deliver their soul-owners lie from one to another, spreading disease and spiritual destruction to whomever their invisible net reaches…diseased and unknowning, fed by shapes and signals from their homes, living as a live radio feed, live examples of hypnotic and demonic television-brains in stock-marketed bodies, do as they say…perfect slaves for the benighted era of the new age.
4. Displaced and Uncharted
(This song is an instrumental, and the lyrics below is only what the music is suppose to represent.)
the un-named visitor has a name now, and through awaking the dream becomes a dream, and through opened eyes the perception is a perception, and the truth to the stream of bodies became clear as the bodies all share my face…and their blood cries out with the screams of familiar voices…and all the unknown beings that float aimlessly and trapped in their own bodies in the clouds become known as the realization of identity falls over…
That all that dwell within the realm of doom has created for themselves a hell to dwell in…and their reflection needs to be shattered…