Hour Of Penance

Transformed into void
I realize...
Someone made a hole
in the sky, left us blind.
Tortured gear of the
new millennium machine,
awakening the monster.
Tongue-torn oracle,
yet my mouth is bleeding.
Grotesque messiah
in a living dead world.
Living dead world.
Falling deep.
Inhaling disbelief to run faster.
Woe to the ones who ask why.
The learning is complete,
for we enclosure rage
to draw death from death.
A new code from sadness.
No one will ask why.
Inhaling disbelief to run faster.