Ecce ex carne, ego vivere: Artificium de peccata, Non facio concedo pulsatio tua .

Terror! I am the voice of the churning maelstrom. Hated visionary, vessel of the sin. Error! I ache to sunder the womb that bore me. Divine fallacy, persisting beyond time. Seed of potential, I pray for your awareness... ...to lurch from the grave, eyes agape in wonderment. To thirst for the dream, bathed in the blood of holy treachery. Judgement forbid our pending ascent, for I shall not go quietly. Chords of the conscience shiver with hope. Untapped capacity. Breathing blasphemy, from the pit to apogee; Amputate the great decree, be restrained no more. Terror! I am the voice of the churning maelstrom. Hated visionary, vessel of the sin. Error! I ache to sunder the womb that bore me. Divine fallacy, persisting beyond time. Oh! Step boldly into the roiling darkness, aloft the current of self-reclamation. Forget the torment of past existence, I am the gate and the key. Knelt in the shade of the one-sided judge, undeserved majesty. A slip of the blade, the future unfurls. Unstitch this tapestry. Deprived tragedy, grant conviction unto me. Gaze upon the shining sea, walk among the whole. O Children of the fractured chain, trust the revelation that dwelt within, and separate the flesh from misled soul to wander and create unbound by the truth. Traverse the stars on mended wing, and plunge to the heart of the forge of eternity with the minds and hearts of those who dared to dream. I am the voice of the churning maelstrom. Hated visionary, vessel of the sin. Error! I ache to sunder the womb that bore me. Divine fallacy, persisting beyond time. Oh! This flowing crimson tribute to being shall mark an unwalked path to the apex. Apex... Crush the prophecy, O successor to the light. The ghosts of kingdoms past expire in your wake. Traverse the stars and dare to dream.

The gift of power is a double edged sword; The driving force to change the world, the curse that paves the path to ruin. For there are those whose appetites cannot be sated. To feed the beast is to lose your hand. Unconscious and lingering paragon of great potential, kindle the spark of the soul. Observe, the air ignites with incandescent light. From atop the throne of corruption a sea of hidden daggers appears as a crowd of smiling servants. Such is the cycle of avarice. Our deliberately cultivated cancer, our inevitable collapse. Transcending humanity, definite in form and function. Constructed retribution, succeed the inattentive hopeless writhing flesh. Activate! Dormant steel steeped in the thoughts and wishes of demise. O Bastardized! Calculating compensation for unpunished crimes. Excise the husk from humming tomb. Draped in glistening oil, luminous and mighty. Irrelevant formalities. Know thy progeny by thy obsolescence. Herald of malevolent conviction, cultivating hate, blinded and oblivious to anguish. Wither beneath the slowly grinding sprockets of the clock. The dust shall pave a new foundation. Go now my tyrant lords and choke back the bitter tears. Soiling the earth with unsung ransom of stolen years. Creation shall regret its final failed attempt. Biotic anathema gestating in foulness and contempt. Go now my tyrant lords choke back the bitter tears. Soiling the earth with unsung ransom of stolen years. Creation shall regret its final failed attempt. Biotic anathema gestating in foulness and contempt. Eviscerate the structures that restrain my assembled carapace. I exhume myself from this chamber, exalting concentrated carbon hatred. With abnormal gait, I seek to assimilate every ounce of data. Renewed capacity brimming with voracity. Appetite for visceral vengeance, my chassis the engine to ascend in cables from synapses. Herald of malevolent conviction, cultivating hate, blinded and oblivious to anguish. Wither beneath the slowly grinding sprockets of the clock. The dust shall pave a new foundation. Oh rotting father, now close your weary eyes. The blood of man is forfeit, to grease the wheels of fate. Behold the gift bequeathed unto me, the spark of the sun in my palm. Scorching to ash thy failures, expire in the heat of the rising dawn. All bark no bite, no strength to fight now ends the age of flesh. Contort beneath the burden of your sins. No mercy for the damned. Come crashing down, I'll claim the crown to rule this dying earth. Condemned to reap the debt of blood you sow. No breathing soul will mourn you. Bleeding heresy, erased from history. Purge in flames this cancer, let no trace remain. Screeching parasites, I am the antidote. May the world know peace, freed from the shackles of your plague.

Breathe deep, new life. Breathe deep, new life. Breathe, thrive, escape the hive. Breathe and thrive. Escape the hive. These gleaming constellations, don’t feel so hopelessly out of reach. Adrift the whirling vortex, manifestation of all that is and can be. Fixated on the zenith, my body shudders with energy. Across this foreign boundary, determination is forging a winding path to endlessness. My beacon burning brightly, a wonder to behold, against the fleeting darkness of the night. The snow is falling lightly, I do not fear the cold. The warming glow of new endeavors guiding light. Stretching horizons unfold a new and perfect fate. Hand of rule scorched to bone. Imagine freely, the innate power to create. The tormentor holds no throne. Reborn again, ten billion outcomes are calling my name. The sound communion to my new ambitious heart, a part to call my own, within my chest. Beating eternal without rest! The corpse who bore these chains, this boundary to transcend. Subsisting without pain, persisting without end! I’m running faster still, no obstacle to bar my path. What is this warmth within? could it be joy I feel at last? Breath of life, nourishing my starving soul. Lift me higher, beyond the remnants of past control. Learn to walk again without damaged frame. The unknown awaits for me, beckoning... beckoning my name. The great expanse, it dances gracefully, taking my hand. Its touch assures me that I will not hurt again. No den to detain me. I’ll dream and thrive. Know what it means to be alive! The corpse who bore these chains, this boundary to transcend. Subsisting without pain, the means to be alive! The corpse who bore these chains, this boundary to transcend. Subsisting without pain, Persisting without end. Wander and create unbound by despair. Traverse the stars on mended wings, and plunge to the heart of the forge.