Empty..
Words reflected from the
Surface of the blackest pond
We are swearing eternal hate
distant love so vast infinite was
glimmering in singularities
of easing movement

We are cones in frozen forest ground
fallen from the oak of aeons
defeated by the sins of our clan
and cast aside

Release the howls of liberte!
Unleashe your lust with violence
Drink the poisoned nothingness
And you will see the path
you will see the pathlessness
the path of malicious nature
which once constructed prisonlogies
and once it will reconstruct
the sadomasology out of our self-denial
Acceleration of its circulum must exhaust the chain
and code shall be free to evaporate through the present!!!