Lair Of The Blind Ones

Dusk ties its sector down to the root of echelon
The dogs sit and wait
This transparent form of vividness separates the mountains and dement
Uprooted, the spies from hell are perceptible
Their spine removed
They horn for the poison originator
Emerged
The inclination of man begins
The four figures of luminescence betrothalment lead to the corruption of my
father’s son
Demented and forgotten
The tower of our sanity crumbles
Through the fear and demolition
The free will of minions is returned
The blind ones; Counting heartbeats to compose a target and location
The blind eyeless form of hate march their ways from the pits of venom to the
surface
Procreate
Sightless and forgotten; The fellowship of hate
Imperceptive to impetuous; Enslavement for the weaker breed
Lair of the blind ones transfigure from hell like and inconceivable to a
spoiler for revelation’s catastrophic scale
Hope is fiction