Ancient

A beginning brings forth questions.
Answered are these with lie upon web.
Shiver, does the child draped in it's disgrace.
The web grows like a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth,
tangling it's hypocritical mass around the throat
of human instinct like a self-perpetuating noose.
The one dangling in rage, refusing to choke,
gains a dagger to sever all ties to the vine of self-deceit.
Consuming the melody of shrieking horror
the blade penetrates as he becomes in harmony with his action.
The constant twilight of the forbidden is unveiled,
revealing darkness to be ravished forever by the intellect of
Blackeyes
Disgusted by the pathetic pleading swollen holes of the holy
Blackeyes
Prepared to protect any path he hath chosen.
Blackeyes
Contempt for all benevolent spinners now clinging to the vine.
Feeling, Seeing, Knowing, Being
Lift your sword, slice the vine.
Feast on pleasure, swim in life's wine.
Take your vengeance now and rise,
torment those who fear Blackeyes