From the Ashes of a Liar

Now these days will be rewritten, all today's children will be cast away, all the people of praise and their animals slain and blood drunk by the clay. Are you the new-born? The soul without sin? Your silent lies, the reveal you... Seeking destruction under these stars, all the marks and symbols are stagnant. My sword can find you despite your saviour, dying, lying, procreating or pregnant? Are you the new-born? The soul without sin? My hate and open hand, now clenched to the fist... This point of light is a helpless witness of uncreation, of death of life. And the truth which burns all lies will come forth like a doom in the sky... Are you the new-born? The soul without sin? My hate and open hand, now clenched to the fist...