Disentangeled by abominations

Strenghtened in every aspect through confrontations

Hiding oneself from the sarcastic faces of this universe



A fallen disciple burdened with confusion

Conquered by an uncontrollable creed to scatter His delusion

Plundered down to the spectral gorges of the earth



Undisguised for the ignorant to see

The splendour in such a profane conspiracy



Imprisoned and lost in the untrodden maze

...of predators and preys



Cutting like a dagger hardened in His fire

Afflictions and violations are freed in this void

Possess an almighty eye to witness their choir

And hunt down fools that have always decoyed



Wingless and scattered, the slaves of submission

In them, ideal serpent of death, waiting

Lead by instincts like vermin on a carcass

oppressed by the context; blessing of oblivion

...Absence is present when the presence is absent



Anxiously awaiting His millennia

Slowly sowing the seeds of hysteria

Captured in the strangling embrace

...of predators and preys

...Presence is absent when the absence is present



Charged with misantrophy...

This is how we hunt!