In Atrophy from Silent King by The Absolution Sequence

Sequestered Entity
Longing to be disenthralled
Yet held captive within cerebral bars
A Slave to consciousness
This Prisoner of consequence


Ever-growing disregard for life in all it’s wretched forms
Bound by a thirst for justice,
Ruled by fear
Consistent pressure on the spine,
Prodding of the soul


Grotesque, unloving creature
Plagued by visions of a serpent,
at the head is where he sits




On a throne, of which no one else had known
A kingdom all of to itself,
In the fields of his weak,
Tainted psyche


Contained within the confines,
within the confines of this quixotic cell
Riddled with seizures the ripple effect eats at features
Conclusions born of contempt
concrete in

Tormented soul
birthed of spite
A promise of anguish and famine
The blinded seek shelter
But none did they find


Oh what a ravishing site it must be
Of burning cities and broken bodies of the young and old we left behind
So vivid, can I see the illusion of this grand control
What one would do to bare witness to such beautiful destruction
The men, women and children
Shattered to reflect their undeserving nature
A species now bereft of basic instinct, bound by their materialistic ideals
A fitting end to a pathetic design
Putrid fucking creatures

Insurmountable, wide spread decimation
Body count rises in a fragile mind
Beating it down
For every extension to the toll
A wire pulled
A thread removed


But what is it worth?
To reside within Gehenna?

What is it worth?
To dwell upon tribulations

What is it worth?
To claim to superiority?

What is it worth?
To waste away for a fickle cause?

All is lost
All is obsolete
Scattered consciousness
With a lack of purpose
Awaiting exodus

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