1. TOMES OF SPLINTERED SKULLS

Devised social structures condemn such artifice
By, in turn, stimulating conscience with pleasures
Man-made gods cloud the mind with manipulation
Devotion to the frailties of psychological remedy

Delve into your poisons
With precision and delicacy
Dance with the flames that devour
Give yourself into this desire

Molesting flames, corrosive ideology
Sing your hymns of dying intuition
Imbibing malice, incantations
Of loosed tongues and dead men

Cut your tongue out of your skull
Choke on the blood of disease
Crown your captor with you bones
For you are weak-minded and nulled
Hollowed mind, soul captivated
Mesmerized by the drowning time
Your voice is equivalent to white noise
A regurgitation of sound, without purpose

Sociological flourishing provides greater apathy
Altruism, a lie taught by enchanted vassals
Desperation and depravity become purely mental
Visions of death, in turn, are beautiful tomes

Human minds are devious
Far from innocence or enlightenment
War is physical and mental
Maws that never close