1. PLAGUE BEARER

Old man,
Withered by nothingness,
Fighting against the harshness,
You still fool yourself.

Your world is a blissful illusion,
But you have gained nothing from it,
And I do not accept it,
For I am the pessimistic puzzle piece,
Within a cheerless picture.

You sacrificed your limbs to your god,
And then prayed for forgiveness.
But you will not be salvaged,
For he is the same lord,
Who took your eyes.

Enslaved by your own falsehood,
A pitiful creature in servitude.
You inwardly lust for freedom,
Yet you fear abandonment.

Weak old fool,
I will not bow to your master.
Stop wasting your time.
Stop wasting my fucking time!

Plague bearer!
You cannot live by your own lies.
Worshipper!
You are afraid of freedom.


2. THE MORAL EPIDEMIC

In the abyss and unaccompanied,
Afraid of encroaching harshness,
Loved only by a clay impression,
A friendly name is seldom heard.

Eternally fleeing a sinister rainbow,
And condemning remaining warriors,
Dead end found in a father's arms,
A new path must be written.

Reaching out only briefly,
To brush against the nearest lover,
Yet introspectively timid,
And no longer looking in that direction.

Fabricating shelter from heaven's slaughter,
And spawning a hybrid pilgrimage.
Axes fall at fevered beckoning,
Children are contaminated.

Envisaged as one with a singularity,
For comfort in an elusive oblivion,
Existing under fear-based régime,
In a dominion of little consequence to chaos.


3. MADNESS AND THE BEHOLDER

Tenacious sadist,
Akin to the vampire,
Accepting of the wicked,
And unhindered by the collective.

A creature of its own definition,
An explorer of existence.
An idiosyncratic experimenter.
Who disregarded many irrelevant trials,
Long ago.

Fiend of chaos,
Who finds a different color,
And needs a different nourishment.

Feared by the righteous,
And loathed by a black and white,
Humanity.

A powerful sorcerer,
Wearer of the gray cloak,
Accepting cruel desire,
Or having none,
But free to decide for itself.