Thy Light - I Am The Bitter Taste Of Gall


I contemplate the decaying force of the forged nature, that i have been forced to admire. None of this is more special then a bitter draft at sunrise. 

I am just flesh attached to bones that serve no other purpose, other than rotting; 

The beauty of everything that has ever yearned to be beautyful is just makeup on existentialist dross; 

I am the bitter taste of gall that circulates in the veins of those who still consider the eternal penitence a godly gift. 

All your idols are dead, they died in vain, what for? 

...Life??????

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