The Servant's Speech

Born of a drone Of a million scattered ashes A trembling hand, a veil of flesh I can't help to feel relief While I'm embracing you Quietly wrapped in peacefulness I move backwards with the tide Pleasure in obscene conforming Obscene, key word Immolated Decline the fault Torch the conscience of the God resembling – I Spiritual womb – I Away from guilt – I'm Unveiled fever Spirituality, liquid perfection I'm now praying for advice The voice now whispers in the niche Hateful world of flesh is only a Distant dream reloaded by Receptors of sublime decomposition Far from the sun I question light and life Crave for future Accepting my warm burial ground Confident in free will Restoring what's not real Organic slave The most unclean, renamed I will subscribe to the absence of belief Drawing life from life The choice made in front of my eyes Obscene, key word Lying, faded Decline the fault Torch the conscience, I'm the Stillborn partner – I'm Reigning chaos – Servant Far beyond guilt – I'm The new servant