Motionless in Oceania - The Moth Gatherer

Icons burn upon their walls

Symbols of the becoming god

Slowly they birth what mankind hides

Infecting through the pulse of the constant network

It revels in the void

Suppressing from within

The vessel that remain

A carrion in the flesh

It crushes mountains into debris

It’s the uneasy sleep

It is the lens, ever Gazing

It’s the occluding dream

It fuses nothing into the sun

It’s the transcending grasp

Hallows the marrow, leaving the bones motionless

Shattered thoughts glistens in 101

Before, dissolved, returned to beautiful

Clandestine eyes forever monitors

Through the light the gods ascends