Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy

The apparition of two faces in disgust,
invisible but yet so clear.
Reflections seen by a fugitive,
trying to escape the looking glass.

Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh.
The one in front of the mirror,
exceeds the image
Eager to leave further, but chained still.

To crumble into such nothingness,
adespairing fate for your lies.
To pretend is the lunatic's legacy,
privileged to bolt the nails of heresy.

Born lifeless into a world of coma.
As the chronic sufferer,
trapped in paradise lost.
Missing insinuations of what,
life was meant to be.

Angels and demons,
a march man's bewildering hosts.

The charlatans and deceivers,
walk the line in prejudice.
The narrow slits the veins,
in search for the crown.

Profound impatience,
makes the blind struggle in stupidity.
The paradox of the daily prayer,
diffidence is confiteor.

Phenomena of ironies,
cast the litany aside.
How intelligible,
blessed be the forgetful.

Angels and demons,
a march man's bewildering hosts.

Holding the banner high, unrestrained.
Slowly abandoning the surface in contempt.
Still in costumes to please the ways of living.

Witnessing the details of defilement, intoxicating!

Make sure to be pleased,
with the ways of your death.
For in days of reckoning,
and when the twilight torn is ticking.

Elysium is halfway,
as an answer to the plea.
You're destined to yield,
fragments of Hell in return.

The charlatans and deceivers,
walk the line in prejudice.
The narrow slits the veins,
in search for the crown.

Profound impatience,
makes the blind struggle in stupidity.
The paradox of the daily prayer,
diffidence is confiteor.

Angels and demons,
a march man's bewildering hosts.

Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience,
with the strength of the spiritual eye.
Spirits of the token unchained and free.

Recover from the philanthropic,
macabre frenzy.
The pale dove grins,
black at heart and ready to flee.

Demon to some,
angel to others!