Destined For Desolation

My fragment is fouled by your passion Which is misshapen and impure SInce you feel secure by the treason That you caused within my soul How can it come true, The world is real act If all elements of the existance coming from it are firm, arising from

The bleak deserted mind of crowd, Suffering in the drowning slough, With dim and shallow never-owned words, Declares the reign of conscious ignorance. Those who worship the slime of ether, Deceived by the superior power, Claiming, as pure facts, the

Feel the hand of time, look at the truth Don't give in until you see the miracle Variation of your own sense can't be stopped The one you once have been doesn't exist any more Don't turn your eyes away, don't care for the sight Don't hide the real fa