If I could weave a muslin, I'd veil my eyes, a dark texture pixelates my sight. And in this trip of a vision, Ihurl my mind beyond, yonder past God's sight, into a brighter sea.

Pushing past a frontier unknown, I'm but a stranger to this show. A carnival of decadence, wounds still sour, the ground weeps while the sky pours, trapped inside I swim my way to the exit door, only when I get past I know that was only a tour.

You see, Man births Men, and Beast births Beasts, so its only true that evil breeds its kin. Saturation isn't afar, decay needs no catalyst, even if I burned you to the ground, you'd just turn to ashes.

-Angad Nanda