subliminal endangerment

 posterior impalement of our souls

convoluted by discredited scrolls

A melt down of the system

signed in blood

with our permission

the sanctity of silince lost

to the spoken word

peace not be heard 

peace  be forgotten

trauma bonded

a dance with Jonny Rotten

Hypnotized and mesmerized

looking in eyes of the demon on his crown

demonical forces

internal divorces

dissipates the light

hearts lined with Lead

poisened nature becomes dead

 

The Constillations 

Roots of information

some day we'll see

Given that there is a total eclipes of the Sun

And Thor's hammer shatters our perceptions

And we have been freed from our thorns

To adorn the crown at the seat of our own Kingdom