THE CYCLOPS: Blinded In The Garden Of Eris

from GNOSIS - A Sorrower's Odyssey by PROPHETIC SCOURGE

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Blinded is this Creature of Sight, contrarian: dissipate this just and worldly delight
Burned through weathered hypocrisy
Spite my face, try and forget it all
Spite my face, denial: my instinct
A Venis Stet!
Bury my compassion, all

Hating the existence of Soul
The Enemy has deceived me, and he has taken control, he claimed it was Nobody, amidst all my arrestive thoughts
Disturbing face of the Immortal Gods, who must be laughing in the distance, reveling in their cheap unsober fashion

Deny it all welcome the flame
Hating the confusion, branded eye of all Illusion, on the path of self delusion as you break under the loss

Loss....Don't you ever...recount your lot...
Kill the pain...with loss of thought... and of vision... but all for naught
Brave in the face of my fear I will need to deny, the feelings loss wrought in my sight
Contemplating self-disfiguration to flee into Night
Fearful Cyclopean vow, the burial place under Shroud, in the Temple of Feeling
Perception lies bleeding on the Altar of Slough
A dearth of vision, in indecision, a raised unsightly cathartic incision, an inconsolable surgical curtail of that most Chaotic lone Orb in your Face
Why must the Body be seen I denied it, why must the Soul have been seized and then divided.
Then when the Folly would speak, break it and cleave this consolable feat, why must everybody be denied it?
A moot derision, curtailing vision, a false elision in controlling abscission of leaves of heartfelt woe, when still the branches grow on the trees of the Garden of Eris...
And so the Vagrant of the Seas, comes to the trees of Hesperides as Nyx embodies all the horrors he unsees as destinies of the abhorrent, yet grieves: Blinded Cyclops searching for Nobody

And in the darkness does shine my self-defeat
I'll leave the Garden, and to the Forest I'll go
in self-deceit
Wait...
Why must the Body be seen I denied it, why must the Soul have been seized and then divided.
Then when the folly would speak, break it and cleave this consolable feat, why must everybody be denied it?
Blinded is this Creature of Sight contrarian: dissipate this just and worldly delight
Burned through weathered hypocrisy
Spite my face, try and forget it all
Spite my face, denial: my instinct
A Venis Stet!
So I'm going to bury my compassion, all
Spite my face, denial: my instinct
Until the bargain made
Bury my compassion, all

Deny it all, welcome the flame
Hating the confusion, branded eye of all Illusion, on the path of self delusion as you break under the loss
Loss... Don't you ever... recount your lot
Kill the pain.... with loss of thought... and of vision... but all for naught

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from GNOSIS - A Sorrower's Odyssey, released October 29, 2021

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