Minions: The Fallen - Psycroptic

Another un-replenishing slumber…

These dreams continue, bringing a contradictory message…

Slowly changing your thought patterns: rearranging your mind

Yet, this time it’s different — confused, undisciplined!

They are of the same origin

This you can somehow feel how and why is unclear

Intense is the stench of the paranoia within

Sickened to your core

Leaving your senses numb in parallel

Fearing sleep — it will happen once again

The ongoing

Dissolution of your sanity

Thoughts that aren’t your own rage inside gout head

Gradually cleansing the singularity you possess

A hierarchy broken: disordered they wander

Without purpose… reason… method

Not in body… but in mind

A blueprint of mental ambiguity

Fallen: their sovereign the flawless one

Minion of the fallen

Once easily controlled

Weak of will, strong of mind

Chosen for the telekinetic qualities they possess

Helping to cure man…

To mend all that is flawed

Cultivated in clandestine

Groomed for the chores that lay ahead

It is a noble pursuit to heal the sick…

Yet not of an ailment they would desire to keep

Their own singularity

Left without guidance to pave a now disordered path

Minds scatted by the pursuit of absolute perfection

Moulded by the environment in which was so pure

Previously free to sculpt others

In their own glorious image

Under the watchful and ever present master’s gaze

Carefully reordering the subliminal traits of the countless blemished psyche

Maintaining a balance, a cure for the ailing

'they mast be changed for the good of all

Independence of mind is an unacceptable outcome

It is not perfect, not pure

A pursuit neither 'good' nor 'evil'… no more

With his falling

All guidance is lost

The fallen one, so convinced;

Determined to repair what has been eternally flawed:

The Human Race

Conquered by the defect of his own mortality

Unguided… Untamed… Unstopped…

One thought with an infinity of voices

No balance in the human form

Stopped

This will return us to zero when it is finished, how are we to continue?

For we will he only one — the same mind in a multitude of bodies