Synthema Occvlta

Immortalized in amber, grave of pestilence and rasp A moonlit sky caresses the frozen wastes Lands, unencumbered by meaningless existence Time forgotten by no one, and nothing Insignia of pasts misremembered Stamped on skulls collapsed from age To never again be found Immortalized IN amber Anthem of the silenced The misery of ages Fear stained history Gone, replaced by nothing Forgotten, existence held by tethers Wisps and willows dance in memories Memories alone where they can be found But memories dissolved into the ground Immortalized in amber Forgotten forever Immortalized in amber No one to remember

Filthy coward Inebriated by the power Drunk on blood, subjects devoured Petty tyrant furrowed into desperation, fear inspired Consecrated to the power of the godless Amputated from the head, ratking conquest Hidden from the sight of savages and liars Throne of pestilence, innovate, retire The soil and the blood, amount to nothing in the end Razed to salted earth, end the people's oppression The soil and the call, hopeless agony defend All you ever saw, rent by the indifferent hand of death Filth Squalor Gods Men Filth Pallor Wealth Nothing in the end Remembered for nothing but vapidity and hate Remembered as fools, as less than their bones in a desolate grave They bundle together, to cut down the tree Their blood will be used as fertilizer And spawn life where only death they spread in their own Through death the fascist has utility And death their greatest goal The highest achievement Their gods mere men Their wealth amounts to squalor Their fetid leprous flesh Meant nothing in the end

Forgiveness is a farce Met with demands for Abrogation From He who rules it all A liar, a charlatan A false god, a prophet A president, a king Fill your void with cyclical recession Apprehension lead to dread Dread, to horror In this, a foreboding nightmare Your horror turns to panic Deification, the process has begun Breaking the backs of the chosen ones To shepherd a flock, bound by Crook and Cross May your doubts shatter, like belief in the spirit On shattered wings, you carry the idol of man Buffoon into king, fool into god Like strange alchemy, the transmutation of belief Where once you were free, now you are sheep Upon the shattered wings ov the paraclete How dare you question Trump, He’s suffered for your sins When You’ve weaponized the courts You claim to desire justice He’d never cause you harm He only wants you freed Like Jesus Christ above Above the thrones of kings All hail the end of days, All hail the seventh head of rome The shadow cast, so long and rough As God himself foretold Let no man forsake the chosen That god himself hath placed You faith will be forgiven In the kingdom of one man’s grace Deification, the process has begun Breaking the backs of the chosen ones To shepherd a flock, bound by Crook and Cross May your doubts shatter, like belief in the spirit On shattered wings, you carry the idol of man Buffoon into king, fool into god Like strange alchemy, the transmutation of belief Where once you were free, now you are sheep Upon the shattered wings ov the paraclete On death, he shall not rise From hell, he never came Heaven’s gates, eternally closed To build the wealth within Sodomized by greatness Raped by gods and men We give our lives to Salo So He may come again Have no fear, his words are true, Ne’er shall they forsake Now close your eyes, and open wide The serpent advocates The aberrant deranged; They don’t accept they’re slaves To save us from ourselves He gives us this choice; Prison, or the grave Bow your head, and pray To the idol of salvation Bow your head and pray To the idol of salvation On shattered wings, you carry the idol of man Buffoon into king (king), fool into god (god) Like strange alchemy, the transmutation of belief Where once you were free, now you are sheep Upon the shattered wings ov the paraclete

In this system of things, I feel a melancholy crawl through my hair My temples laid bare, my skin frail and thin To see the potential for schadenfreude My wish for it to burn For anarchy to reign But still somehow I'm hurting The loss of something comfortable The evil that I know It calls me to me on serpents tongues A whisper and a scream I dream of purging But as it crumbles around me Begrudgingly thanking the one who broke it I pray for his death Ask not how he lived But how many he took with him As he spiralled into death Exposing rotten flesh Empires rise and fall, and never do they surpass The metric of morality, their evils are their excess In abundance and fortitude, power and corruption hold hands Those trodden and sacrificed are the innocent, designated trash Fuel for the machine, the pulse of the despotic chains Whipping and grinding, subduing and dividing The human that once was is divided into currency Their value determined and understood Drained and aspirated into engines as lubricant for the ones in command I dream of purging I dream of purging But as it crumbles around me Begrudgingly thanking the one who broke it I pray for his death Ask not how he lived But how many he took with him As he spiralled into death Exposing rotten flesh How can I hide my face Destruction is assured, but not like this My dreams of equal power, equal resource, equal access This time we have no choice, as the one above decides Concentrated power, dehumanizing efforts He throws away the power that we held across the world Weakened in the eyes of despots and kings Is that not what I wanted? No, not like this A power vacuum will lead to conflict and death As other empires feast upon the carcass of this world The nations grow and subdivide the individual Ask not how he lived But how many he took with him As he spiralled into death Exposing rotten flesh