1. REANIMATING THE WICKED

Their paralysis governs my dementia
Yet my own hunger dictates my dimensions
Hands that cloak pleasure within an illusion of sin,
The torch of might they've held so high
Reanimate the Wicked
The hysterical, divine, imagined music of the spheres
Now poison the Earth with deafening noise
To the stars, the sea, the sky..
This torch they've held so high
Reanimate the Wicked
Cast astray
To betray those with no strength to lance the boil


2. THE BURNING EARTH

Like a golden city, frozen in the immortal
Dungeons of rhetoric
Romanticised by flaming tragedy
Burned from the face of the Earth
In a battle of immaculate sophistries
Its unknowing silence driving an illegitimate consent
Noblemen would mock
So to do I set the recollection of my youth aflame
Refusing to walk that same old path
As time shapes me a new Eve
And from my own rib that garden is now
Burned from the face of the Earth
What was endured
Unbalanced with resentment
But always known, I know
Time... My Youth... The Burning Earth


3. OF WORDS WILL AND POWER

Of Words, Will, and Power
Our generations
But beware the light of this world 'tis war
These seasons of conflict which we resolve within our
Minds and with each other
Blend, as seasons do as from winter to spring
Words will empower, your reasoning
But beware the light of this world 'tis war
As an artist of the temperate
Words are hesitantly sketched before me
In the preparation of foundation and structure
Our words will empower, our reasoning
But beware the light of this world 'tis war
A lone language is scattered and splashed
Indiscriminate like paint in the hands of a child
And with the seasons, as they pass me by,
I blend myself over bodies and minds