Nefarious Spawn of Methodical Chaos - Demonomancy

Lungs filled with sand and Thorns

Buried in marrow Wounds pour sterile blood

As I gaze upon the cells of God

The holy waters wet my hands

Walls of logic shatter the matter

And the horrid gift is renounced

Through the laws of chaos nature proceeds

Embodying its primeval state

Hoarding unrivaled fears of collapse

Is the key for the assumption of kinetic tumults

Paradigm banishes impossible words

Strangling them in a chasm

Congestion of all the horrors at once

All bonded for the death of the Sun

I’m hollowing my symmetric tomb

Nefarious Spawn of Methodical Chaos

How dare you become my scourge?

I’m devoted to my excoriating whip

The hourglass strains my anxious desires

The call of the light rots unanswered…

…and I see Perfection through distinct disorder

Chaos!

Methodical!

Chaos!

Methodical!

Chaos