Entitlement of Scourge - Unbirth

Scourge

A scourge has corrupted our souls and it hides under our asymmetrical

perceptions

Whole planets collapse

The quintessence of fear is reflected in our cowardice as sloth and

indifference devour us from the inside

In restless sleeps dreadful nightmares warned us

But how could we sense what we didn’t want to hear?

Mental torture

A dreadful instant that unfolds into a suffered last breath

Devoted to the cult of the dead

No certainty, this world is lost

Devoted to the cult of the dead

No way to escape

I can sense its moan piercing my flesh

In restless sleeps dreadful nightmares warned us

But how could we sense what we didn’t want to hear?

Mental torture

A dreadful instant that unfolds into a suffered last breath

In seek of salvation

In the last seconds of life of this world, homeless

I was gazing at the bleeding skies above the ruins of our pride

And then nothing

A scourge has corrupted our souls and it hides under

Feeding on our vanity

And then nothing

Silence anticipates the reconstruction of infinite inaccessibile worlds reborn

I wander through costellations

Life is again within me

Devoted to the cult of the dead

No way to escape

I can sense its moan piercing my flesh