To reap this bitter harvest
From the wound that never heals
These hollow veins, the toxic nodes of man
Disease twines therein Left me in sylvan enchantment
Where chlorophyl burned my skin
The blind fool that held so dear the memory
Afraid to let the darkness in Inferno!
Thus heaven fell tonight
Burning arbors Of Bone and Sinew
Contorting skeletons of peace and virtue
Yes, arborescent we stand tall under the firmament
And sigh under the cold winds of change Scorned and strained,
arms outstretched
towards the heavens
Misericorde
Behold the Architects of aeonBlindness leads, when weaving (their) ways divine Redirect evolutionary paths from Cyclopea to Dystopia "Leave me in sylvan enchantment
Where chlorophyl disintegrates my skin
Must let go so bitter the memory
and let this darkness in".
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