Naked Production

Take the feeling it burns, the heart taken upon the stone withdraw the words the pit of insanity swells with black matter, washed flesh brain dead inside.
 

Forced upon the sword of justice, stricken from the record of years sick from the bowels of hell.
 

louder louder hear screaming banshee taken back unravelling heart felt beyond the bounds of sanity, see the light scream the name lost to me building barriers self protection no level.
 

Familiar pain creeps inside ripped soul broken splinters of steal  floating blood vain, the goddess was there throned in naked production  lies creep the web the light is lost.

Edged away a cell a time twenty twelve the mind to terms come from the  emptiness enveloped, no more of the wings of angels hard light rips the  floor I am no more. Smelling death the war is born life lost heart lost never to be heard a spiral of sheering darkness beyond reality.  

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    © Nicholas Leslie MMXVII