Shadows Of The Sixth Extinction: Hymn 003

13 July 2013

Hymn 003

INERTIA

Wretched and mortal
This material plane is a genetic dungeon with cortical chains

Spirit entombed in thought
The mind is an evolving shroud of random design

Atomically charged
Chemically signed
And beginning to die with the first breath of life

I can feel this shell dying one breath at a time

Interred in utero
My spectral grave is a corporeal crypt with a carbon base

My epitaph written in strands of DNA

Mired in flesh and pain and shit
Blood and bile and fear and piss

My essence tainted by the tangible

This corruption deludes
I must resist the illusion
Abandon the schism
Transcend...

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