All Wicked Schemes Unite

Vile will denied.

Discarnate, cannot rise.

This gem's all I grant you.

Final words were fading fast,

Burst apart. Unwitnessed wrath.

Vaunt the liars and the thieves!

When I awoke from misty dreams.

I believed they'd come for me,

All the liars and the thieves.

More soul.

More ruin.

More fame.

The clarion's clangorous tale

Shakes me sane.

Roar the claim:

The moon is right, and more, all wicked schemes: unite!

The womb!

I will live!

Vile will denied?

My teat's the wheel of time.

Today's the day. My cage just broke for good.

Blank face, serene.

I yearn for her with greed,

To coyly penetrate that slumbrous mind,

Poke deep.

She drifts on mere debris.

And her shadows are my shadows.

Yet they float on languidly.

More souls,

More pangs,

Sweet chime.

I take it is the right of time.

Drift and fail.

At last amazed.

The moon is right, and more, all wicked schemes unite.

The womb!

I will live.

Nearby they glow dimly.

Hear the squealing sounds as they join our body

With wry praise,

Filled with cold purpose.

Couch!

Dine with me!

Sudden pain befalls me.

A noose waiting for me.

Now I feel it,

The dread,

A singular threat:

Endless agony,

The will.

I can't deny her

More ruin,

More fame.

The clarion's clangorous tale

Shakes me sane.

Roar the claim:

The moon is right, and more, all wicked schemes: unite!

The womb!

I will live!