The Progenitor's Grasp

Rend specious truth I can faintly recall the burn of the sun Myopic perception, vision is dimmed The progenitor's gtasp will hasten maceration Leap into the vastness of black Dwell on the lacking within The astute nature of all things reveling in sorrow grasps my psyche with burning intent as if to strip away the deceit and reveal the glorious perversion Echo beyond the haze Choke out conception of faith