The Earthly Throne

Inside your mind,

The terror awaits

You’re left behind

Liege inborn states

Take pleasure in escapes,

Deep is my shadow

Dark amorphous shapes

My trail you will follow

A contract – signed

Closed are the gates

Without end – aligned,

The feeble psyche fabricates,

Descendant of primates?

Perceptions ring hollow

In desperate straits,

My trail you will follow

Leading the blind

With obscure mandates

Forever intertwined,

A horde of inebriates

My lie intoxicates

Take another swallow

And the crisis conflates

My trail you will follow

And the ritual consummates

Bringing all low

An army of deviates

My trail you will follow

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