Thoughts Abandoned - Konkhra

Expend your imagination

Enter a world of dreams

Are you one of god’s creations

Freed with primal scream

You must face the consequence

Of what you rely upon

Your death is just a minor sequence

In the flow of time

Will destroy

Or will it heal

The sorrows that you feel

Having sex

Violently tasting

Pleasantry

A few seconds of life

I do think you’ll suffocate

Within that web of dreams

Horrid screams what you create

Whilst reeling to what is

Suffering all this pain

Pain of labour

Creation

You are a creation of mine

Inside me you have to grow

I fear you

The things that we do

Abandon all things for the flesh

It is oblivion

And hence

Thou art gone

We are the scorn of this world

We are the damned of all wars

Can’t forget the taste of affection

Dear mother virgin or whore