Cleansing - Candiria

Chapter One

Victim of atrocities

My razor blade

The oceans shall rise sky deep reach inevitable

Chaotic pace

Smoke stack pollutes digestion

Is the end of man upon us friend?

If it is so

Wrath of mother earth upon us friend?

Thy soul shall crumble

The cleansing process

Suffocate the infectants

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Organica

I’ll send my swollen dreams

Sunami thereafter

I’ll clean the still and fragile plate clean

Better fools than me

I’ll cut it off

Run it off

Set it off

Anticipating thieves

Chapter Four

Dire wraths haunt this garden of never-smile

Volcanic magma spiteful lava

Spitting venom and bile

My veins pump masochistic visions

In some morse-code rescue transmissions

Confusion cutting circles

In the crops and high plains

Raising cain, the king of pain

As catastrophic reigns

I drown the desert

Shout down the sky

Command the forces of nature

To bow down before me and die