The Adversarial Incentive Within All

Incantations Of Past Horrors Again Brought To Life, Whose Eyes Are The Might Of Death, To Reap And Reap Again. May It Be In Form Of Fright Or A Temptress Dressed In Lace – Its True Face Is A Gruesome Abomination. Piercing The Quiet, As Every Night Before, With Alluring Voices. Landscapes Left To Rot Behind Its Turned Back. The True Face And Its Purpose Shown – Open Up The Burning Eyes To Aim Once More. Behold Your Face In The Mirror And For The First Time See The Flaws That Lies Within You – Fears And Remorse. Is It A Shadow Behind You Who Put All Thought Aside? Is A Voice Now Calling Louder Than Before? For All The Answers To Your Questions Is Death. For You Are Like The World – Turning In A Restless Pace, Awaiting A Storm To Great To Outlive. Each Birth Bears To Fate. Each Seed Hold The Will To Rot. This Does Adapt To You As Well – Your Blood Is Not Running Pure. Have In Mind, You Walk In Denial – You Are Always Being Watched...