From Chaldean Coffins

It only seems like yesterday When we embarked on our journey Yet the flaws born so far away Still continue to lead The blissful man by the hand Stranded vessels upon her waters Feet wet with quicksand Relentlessly wasting their seed As we take off from the surface And behold the sunken blooms Their fate shall further guide us And nearly divide one division in two From the initial radiant seven United by their work (to become one) Exceeding perfection to eleven To love nothing but that which is true Tapping into currents of destruction Has lost all of its significance Buried under the anvil of reason The almighty omnipotence (of nothingness) As the roots reach the sky from my casket They impale my illusory skin From our Chaldean dungeons and crosses Blindness is our treasure to win