Voluminous Spectre

Through the static you can hear the ancient voices Speaking in erratic distortion A dialect undetected Piercing the lobes Its sharpness invades the mind Leaving misery through hypnotic measures Each in a volume so high, it impales the face of god Stripped of imperfect developments An environment slayed Of life or promise Lost lessons of our elders Stranded on shores of worship In every direction, darkness awaits Past the vision we have been allowed to own From a time of turmoil, an era of victory Sorting out the forgotten who rotten Yet only a few can be saved... Transported spirits Deemed worthy of praise Remain abundantly still in illness A surplus amount of anguish painted grey Absorbing excess auras that flee Escape of interior motion Capturing all within Until there is nothing left Inundated with innovated emptiness Souls to torment eternally for all eternity