Shades Blind Truth
Pride hides illness
Offsprings recast
Servants of wrong
Righteous my hate has driven
Morals beneath the needs
Bounteous for no more harvest
Gently I spit your grace
Fairly for crowning sun
And Justly for natures joy
Curse I name your needs
Gently I spit the free
Three times Three
Sick by sick
Decomposed
Evermore
Blames of choice
Nature births pure
Biohacking trends
Circus Maximus
Hate Is free
Fate is free
Sow the nest, bend the truth
Deconstruct, misinform
Greet the reaper
Complexion is pure
Greet the Reaper
Bow to Pure
