Dystopian Apocalypse - Hortus Animae

The symptoms of corrosion

Flowing slow from head to feet

The genesis of abortion

Of beings with sharp protruding teeth

The scum scorns every concept of mortality

Through idioms of duality inaccessible for the brain

This is the sunset of our age

Foretelling the dawn of a new mankind

Shapes are shifting asymmetrically

Deformation calls the new perfection

This is the end of our last day

Connecting trinities once twined

Which have been in growth lethargically

New flesh for new dissections

In the fields where grass grows taller than ever

The winged serpents crawl insidious between our feet

Taking flight and showing a new splendour

New rituals are way beyond belief

In the lakes where water is clearer than ever

The winged serpents drank all the remaining impurities

Testimonies of a vigorous new ardour

Singing rituals that give way beyond relief

Upon the mountains where air is purer than ever

The winged serpents fly in circles of infinity

Prophecy of wealth and awaking ardour

Blinding visions of a world once adrift

The ghastly splendour of a multiform masquerade

Taking place through eruptions of multicolour accolades

The renaissance of a rebellion will come with blazing hordes

Embrace the Dystopian Apocalypse that will change the rules on afterwards

The distant horizon from a vast open space

Yet each distance is shortened, cogent domain

The improvement of beings god has failed to create

A brainchild of mergers, the breed of the quakes

The obscene children and the outcasts of caves

The symptoms of corrosion

Flowing slow from head to feet

The genesis of abortion

Of beings with sharp protruding teeth

This is the sunset of our age

Foretelling the dawn of a new mankind

Shapes are shifting asymmetrically

Deformation calls the new perfection

This is the end of our last day

Connecting trinities once twined

Which have been in growth lethargically

New flesh for new dissections