Zeaolus Cyme

A synthetic pathetic creed Relinquish your vanquish Give back the Sphere We all avow Bondservants, bizarre No amour proper Downcast by falsehood Misfeasance of the frangible skulls Unlikely avail A sentence with no words Literature devoted Staunch for metaphors Priority theme is your conclusion No matter what they are to me Without ramification, so mote it be Grot but not forgotten Are stubborn elements of reflection Oppose to the misanthropic comfort So reclusive it's abusive But the only abode welcoming Loathing admiration for the unsociable Disinter yet escalates Like an advanced dysentery Yet with a fettle better than before