Meshuggah-I wrote: I-this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene.
I- to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all life.
Blind- these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form.
I-this furnace of limitless hate. Bestial, pure.
The pendulum swings semi-attached to the centre of all
I drug these minds into ruin and contempt -the acid smoke of burning souls.
This is an anomaly.Disabled. What is true?
Not destined for incarceration, I crave my nothingness.
The illness that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail?
I see through the eyes of the blind.
Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am.
The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness-willing it to dust.
Re-disintegration. Convulse. A dead universe-Impales this twilight.
Fear aligns.Sadistic me. Meant to devour.Despair.
Sickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to have.
A snail along a straight razor-dividing itself through motion.
I charge this feeble product of god.
Laughing, drenched in the bile of millions.
Chewing on the stinking flesh of the crown of creation.
Solitude is splendor has been rivalled.
Shrouds stained with tarblack vomit.
Veiling the rotting eyes of the masses.
The strain of armageddon evolves.
Shifting through worlds from chaos, to chaos, to chaos.
I devour this manure of existence -infertile,barren,whole.
Rancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faith.
Sacrilege in persona. In truth, fundamentally twisted.
A witness to the savage carnage.A frenzy of animosity.
The will to mutilate. Dominant deviation.
The worship of the sick and degenerate will spread.
I...am the nihilist
not the lunatic
driven by the dying light
I pounce obliterating them
unknown unresting
I...enter the echoes of despair
Miracles inverted by default
I reverse to devistate
Soaking in the will
to violate to castrate
soiling the purpous of mankind
devistate my solemn hope
the organs switch the swinging
the beginning of the end
Conception derived from misconceptions.
The dimensionless features of thruth.
Silence in the core of undoing.
Untie its knots and set it loose.
The inertia of my existence is clear.
Premutations of slaughtered worlds.
I alone will behold the dying sky.
A servant of eternity.
Progress finally, emergence of doom complete.
Here only to reverse the flow of life.
I.
I keep picturing Akira, but I want to know if there is something else along the lines of this....Thanks...
