We Are Not To Be Of This World

Indivisible patterns meldChaotic, neuroticThe purity that was foundNow poisonedOur legacy, once rare and prodigiousNow collapsed and deterioratedWe are our own demiseOnce more, the delight ruins usDisgust holds no limitsThe thoughts and ideas dwellWithin us all to gather theTenebrous words used for dismissalFeeble, and destroyThrough screams of perversionThe discovery of oneselfMy chthonic mind, everlastingIn self preservation liesThe soul of our thoughtsOur meld, our legacyWe are not of this worldWe are not to be of this worldThrough screams of perversionThe discovery of oneselfMy chthonic mind, everlastingIn self preservation liesIndivisible patterns meldChaotic, neuroticSmoldering masses questions our waysArchaic, kinetic