Apollyon Cometh
A vacant and stale carapace
A former shell of what I was
Personifying emptiness
Protruding blisters filled with pus
I never dare to breathe again
I won’t inspire this putrid zephyr
A shade I weave these woeful lands
And gestate my leaden endeavor
I gaze upon your pseudo-Christians
Spitting hate and gargling sin
A game they play for their existence
Giving out but never giving in
I regard through the cloaks of flesh
And tear inside their souls
All I observe is vanity
Developing but never turning whole
You are the offspring of a horrendous and futile fiction
Your lives are nothing but a stupendous, sorry infliction
I’ll stay immortal and bathe in my detestation
Opening the portal to The Great Abomination
A former shell of what I was
Personifying emptiness
Protruding blisters filled with pus
I never dare to breathe again
I won’t inspire this putrid zephyr
A shade I weave these woeful lands
And gestate my leaden endeavor
I gaze upon your pseudo-Christians
Spitting hate and gargling sin
A game they play for their existence
Giving out but never giving in
I regard through the cloaks of flesh
And tear inside their souls
All I observe is vanity
Developing but never turning whole
You are the offspring of a horrendous and futile fiction
Your lives are nothing but a stupendous, sorry infliction
I’ll stay immortal and bathe in my detestation
Opening the portal to The Great Abomination