The Final Agony Of Infliction

“An croí leath-mharbh seo, ag druidim lena bhuille deiridh.”

With Blood Dripping From Your Fingers Telling Me I Have Not Seen The Eyeless Servant Of Schizophrenic Nightmares Becoming Reality, Said To Be Paranoid Delusions, Psychotic Illusions. Skin-Colored Heartstrings Binding Wrists To Sternum, Eyes Beneath Ascension, Peering, Prying, Cast The Presence Out Of The Heart, The Soul Falls From A Visionary Heaven, Feeding Me Poison As A Cure, I Scream Into Your Belief And Reveal Its Deceit, Expose Its Hedonism, It Is A Fury Begetting Flesh Tearing, Branding Memory Upon Every Inch Of Skin.