Born of a drone

Of a million scattered ashes

A trembling hand, a veil of flesh

I can't help to feel relief

While I'm embracing you

Quietly wrapped in peacefulness



I move backwards with the tide

Pleasure in obscene conforming



Obscene, key word

Immolated

Decline the fault

Torch the conscience of the



God resembling – I

Spiritual womb – I

Away from guilt – I'm

Unveiled fever



Spirituality, liquid perfection

I'm now praying for advice

The voice now whispers in the niche



Hateful world of flesh is only a

Distant dream reloaded by

Receptors of sublime decomposition



Far from the sun

I question light and life

Crave for future

Accepting my warm burial ground

Confident in free will

Restoring what's not real



Organic slave

The most unclean, renamed

I will subscribe to the absence of belief

Drawing life from life

The choice made in front of my eyes



Obscene, key word

Lying, faded

Decline the fault

Torch the conscience, I'm the



Stillborn partner – I'm

Reigning chaos – Servant

Far beyond guilt – I'm

The new servant