Broken Glass Apotheum

They were all made of glass Entranced in their self indulgence Distorted figures bent backwards to please their masters A cesspool of Silver-tongues Fake poets of illusions drunk on their poisons Reprogrammed into confusion Asleep at the wheel right where they want you They stood before their reflection I looked up into their eyes and said Tell me why you are feeling this emptinеss Ask yourself, do you remembеr why your in this place again Dark hands of the path stroking Fragile Beings of binded duality consciousness Shrouded in vanity, spewing contempt and distrust Lanterns swaying to the rhythm of the darkness Glowing before disfigured fractured monuments I am light, I am will I am present, I am still I will fight, I will wield The blade of the sun piercing the sky Blinding those who are drawn to its shine Their new god, she was called Malevolex Sitting coiled around the throne Their disease left the temple in ruin They were plummeting into decadence Adorned in tormented gazes Culling their own mass virtual graves Blinding those drawn into its shine You are death You are hate You are the virus that you have created You will fight You will kill You are the terror you've fought to conceal