The sleeper awakens
To an estranged abode
Aeons ensconced in Cimmerian shade
A cherub defrocked unearths true grace
Shield my eyes from the light
Innocent retinas deserve no such torture
It derives from hominid hands
The greatest sin of all; a ruse for feeble minds
We are the Philosophers of Grime
Sovereigns of creation,
Eternity ornate
Tending threads with the Fates
Fuck all the angels
Heaven torn down
By frail convictions
Mercy begged through twisted benedictions
Not indiscriminate malevolence
But reason's new dawn
Stripped of ancient sins
We flirt with the shroud of infinity
Tempting utopia
We bend not but with the cosmic winds
We are sons of the stars
To each, divinity; unfathomable acuity
The only darkness, a freedom from malicious light
Oracles of the vermillion sunrise

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS