Nefarious Afflictions

It’s wrong to think that you have a special place
We're in an ideallistic world that's fading.
Where the mirror’s light can’t hurt
The inscriptions bleed to her calling.

This mansion was built on suicidial sands.
As the lost distance burns, an icon of farewell.

Pregnant she sails onward, heavy and spoiled
To leave a legacy and tear out our mystery.
Spell it out in moans and screams of loss
You've encountered the dead daughters of reality.

She's now caressed down to the ephiliac black seas.
Thru the hidden dawn of her replenished youth.

And now she's possessed in dark fields of pain
A field of calligraphy gave her the first madrigal.
Written in bloody tears of persephonic rain
Mother nature understands, she grew so magical.

I imagine SINderella has suffered beautiful cries
And her daughter is forever buried in the breeze.
But I ruined her dream, a perfection of lost infinity
Because now she flows with dead spirits of the sea.

The sea is considered constantine.
Rape is the only solution buried in our heads.
An encrusted jewel flamed by hideous technology!!

Assumption has fucked my wreck of every thought endured.
Seduction ends between SINderella's open legs.
She's swallowed by rape, I want to taste her mass disease.
This dead black sea has felt my almighty curse within.
And the raven has landed and we'll never be cured.
Consumption violated, she’s better off dead.