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• Artiste: Shylmagoghnar
• Titre: Egregore
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Deep are the fathoms of misdoubt And shadow locks away A form beyond all insight, upheld by countless facades Luring with eidolon, His mouth burrows perversely and waits Transmigrants, both hardened and unborn, be wary of faith To the hopeful and lost surely He shows no quarter His appetite grows with each victim that He uncreates For the One torn from Nothing, how could quanta ever satiate? The Worm deceives across all planes, resentful of the shore His face forever shifting, obscure barbs slowly grasping Woe onto pareidols, knowing not their apocrypha spelled doom When you're alone, be not afraid Child of the sea, remember the waves In time, the tide will wear away intransigent pretense In this charnel pit Advocates who imposed your guilt will meet their grisly end As I approach the pungent cave, suppression shapes the calm A waxwork from the inside, distorting sound and eyesight Arises from the depths Bewildering me with all-eclipsing beauty The depths of thine impurity Enchant thine aroma Repent and onto me approach Inebriate by the underflow Omnipresent I am to thee Now relent and be not aguish Come closer Come hither child And gaze upon the maw Tumbling forward in throes of seduction In a flash I feel serene Filled are my thoughts with embracing this shepherd Forswearing my own beliefs Languidly, the embrace narrows around me Out come the wolf's cruel teeth Just as I'm about to lose my discretion I see the clutches that feed The host of my grief The nightmares where I was naked, scared but unable to flee The abhorrent beast that chased me through trees Shapeshifting to constantly deceive Me into compliance and become reliant To this loathsome parasite that feasts Upon my dead dreams And robbed me of my ambitions to just be I cast aside the flaccid cage My wits return to me Your golden pillars I find Immure the meek and purblind Who praise your tyranny Mistaking it for their own probity