The Virtuous Remliel

Assimilate: Gloom
Ingest: Apathy
Fathom: Filth
This calamity is called modern existence
Years wither in a self induced haze
Yet generations mourn what was never theirs, life
Seasons spent in severance of sentiment
The hammer now falls on this naive society
In contempt, they are torn asunder by lions
Bathe in thy blood
Bathe in thy salt

Each step taken (trudging over carrion)
Servants gaze upon exotic form
The embodiment of sacred loin
Has fallen unto you
In torment and awe. (a feeling so obscure)
Generation after generation, conduct a symphony to thine ears
(As each tooth repeatedly pierces the flesh, you now know what it is to be alive)
To fear, to love, to live; Realization hath come crashing down at the eleventh hour
A new found grace cultivates among the numb
Look to the azure
Admire thy heavens

Inquire unto darkness, into desolation
The Utopian response is bleak
A cold unknown, a premonition of what's to come
Ages spent dwelling in the stars, only to soon be matter themselves
As it is above, it is now below
This is no work of the cozen
In blood
In flame
A new era is born, a dystopia to be
To tremble substructure of creation
To rattle authority of man
The eternal awakening to be