A Universal Plague tracks





With the I'll premeditated inception of
A forbidden junction,
Thoroughly dissect man's aesthetic
Capacity to cultivate destruction.
Corporeal makers have condoned all ramifications
And doomed our dimensions.
Reviled are those who choose to metamorphose.
Fixed frames are imperiled by the amalgamation
Of the inferior arthropod with the superior human being
Witness sapience wane as we clinch
The fashion of chitinous exoskeletons.
If the author of perfection is responsible
For the conception of multifarious vermins,
Does that make such divine Creator a monster?
Whether wrought by higher grace
Or shaped by nameless energy,
Only humanity can be held liable for its calloused achievements
We are the vile chief denizens and catalysts
Of our own consumption; the ones proliferating in ruin
The eradication of subsistence will be realized by our own hands


Vindictive hands have embraced the oceans before,
But the shores had never recoiled so desperately.
Entrenched in several principles of the ancients,
But primarily twisted by a more cruel modern topography
The pure will enable the full embodiment of pestilences
Zephyrs avow the notion of widespread catastrophe.
Clouds of tragedy and calamity extend throughout the lands
While some are weak and futile,
Others remain resolute within plateaus of extreme pessimism
Alarmed the cosmos pray amidst bleak auroras,
In hope of crimson tomorrows for mankind.
We're like an epidemic that seeks
To expand beyond its terrestrial bounds.
We will become a universal plague
If we thrive afar from our margins.
A mother will ingest the wine of her disemboweled sons,
But their remains will not suffice to cleanse her filthy loams
We're like an epidemic that seeks
To expand beyond its terrestrial bounds.
We will become a universal plague
If we thrive afar from our margins.


The burnished, metallic gears transmitted torques
And the cerulean plasma infected the skylines as they departed
The mortars of the firmaments snarled as stewards ceased
To sojourn over the orb of parched bitumen.
Behold the majestic exodus of sacrosancts,
The meek elites of amethyst garments.
The crystal bodies no longer coalesced
And chaos did not reign like in primordial wasteland.
The ambivalent anima of a once substantial,
But now decayed structure barely resonated
Through the black veils of the nearly desiccated rifts
Messenger coils had perished long before mountains
Plunged and glaciers thawed and evaporated.
Her autonomy was never subservient,
But her beauty was always vulnerable.
Upon the scarlet moon, our bereavement was silent
In recollections her splendor will remain untouched.
Through bitter voids, revered vagrants now wend
In hunt for unsullied, verboten paradise to despoil.
Boundless, extraterrestrial deserts
Are not of lands christened barren.
Unfamiliar, desolate realms define places
For the brave to flourish.
The keepers of the testaments till a flawless design:
Future dwellings vehemently founded upon misleading wisdom.
Cocooned the children will be in the faith of
A disingenuous manger
The states of hell will be reincarnated.
Oh Gliese, your heavens will be ephemeral,
But also worth being cherished.
Deflowered you'll be, swiftly and unrelentingly.
Their hands will not be gentle when you are deflagrated.
In recollections your spirit will remain untouched.


Human beings are disgusting creatures.
By the apex of alien hills,
Sacred abodes sought to emanate newly shaped paradigms.
A relentless reign prematurely assisted
The interruption of symbiosis amongst cohorts and foreigners
The guillotines were marshaled,
Disposed to decapitate virgins that desired to copulate unholingly
Their blades were whetted as if to sever all burgeoning
Thistles once known, much like the earliest of misguided
Attempts to hinder the spring indefinitely.
In this kingdom,
Judgment was sheathed by the ignorance of a wicked people.
The ones empowered by gods could
Not have been seen as the culprits.
In this land, the fiends were not supernatural,
But mortal architects knew well to manipulate
And incriminate the abstract
There were no quarters for selflessness in this new world
Now watch as all the surfaces are scorched.
This is not the apocalypse your prophets admonished you of
The branches wail as the flamboyant terebinths
Acquiesce to fiery torture.
In this hellish realm, affliction is replicated
Through the cracked eyeballs of the soon to be deceased
The feet of man will no longer interpret
The ground's arrays of simultaneous biotic emissions.
The ashes will garnish the soil in innocuous synchronization




When pastures are liberated from the graze of locusts,
Golden horizons will reveal vestiges of decaying monuments
In oceans of ephemerality we seek to become imperishable
In streams of eternity our immortality is fleeting
When this life fades i'll be at rest,
For i'll have detached myself from my worthless legacies
I have cherished my possessions
And I have forsaken simplicity:
Materialization of the spiritual
And spiritualization of the material
I hope they sear the pillars
And great walls of my Alexandria.
We waste our days assembling vast shrines upon disbanding sands
Our greatest accomplishments
Consist of having conquered empires of stone.
When this life fades I'll be at rest
"All the glory in the world can be gathered
In a grain of corn."
Within the illusion of reality
And the reality of an illusion, constellations
Remain invisible but not nonexistent
Let's build a sphinx of meaning that never weathers.