My Carrion - Wretched

My transience slept cold, waiting for the gate to open, to release my father;

to release my carrion*

I’ve fled across lands of ice and fire, in a striving search for the cryptic

scriptures that will restore my soul to it’s flesh and bone

Long have I waited to meet your eyes;

to delve inside;

to steal through your

mind;

to utilize the plans inside

These pages are false

Where is the remembrance of the city that’s fallen;

the millions of lives given

into the creation of this?

«Oh young and sightless one, you’ll never see

You’ll never be as whole as we

As whole as we, as whole as we you’ll never be.»

I’ve swum through years in dreams of light and dust in my pursuit of solidarity

This cannot be veritable

These writings are too passionless

These actions made are too immoral

So you are here eternal savior, with such a voice so passionless

Oh my warm and sweet familiarity

My transience slept cold, waiting for the gate to open, to release my father;

to release my carrion

Beyond the portal to Shamballa is where it lies in wait with her