Congruent systems collapsing A sick perception is now my only link to reality Scorched eternally blistering My merciless plan of creation etails seeing the unseen forge an abomination with a cold hearted sense of compassion, devastation Thy vicious modus operandi These fools of judgment, they thirst for unpute Draining a carcass, devour the contaminate and filth that roams amongst us, Shredding tissue, fracturing bone Burning synapse, rewriting conscious A hideous cleansing of God Self purification achieved when whats left behind is devoid of deformations More from After the Burial