The Progenitor's Grasp - Withered

Rend specious truth

I can faintly recall the burn of the sun

Myopic perception, vision is dimmed

The progenitor’s gtasp will hasten maceration

Leap into the vastness of black

Dwell on the lacking within

The astute nature of all things reveling in sorrow

Grasps my psyche with burning intent

As if to strip away the deceit

And reveal the glorious perversion

Echo beyond the haze

Choke out conception of faith