Era Of Submission (Inveracity)

Epitome of my blackened creation - unclean Hardened by this intense reality A vision of another world I pray ford death A world out of light An era of imperfections A time now so distant Anomalistic superior beings living splendidly An essential part of my immense empire Powerful sick desires dwell in my head I am subject to hallucinations Forced into a life of conscious enslavement Never returning to humanity Monumental failure All thoughts ceased Drowned in dark solitude The seeds are sewn to end mankind The salvation I seek is near I count the days to the misery's end Ready to fade away - cleansed for all eternity