This fascination with these whimsical whispers!
curiously crude the current creators are resistors.
Witnessing realms where clairvoyant’s clarity looms,
the mythical plotting of your doom! real damn soon.
Eyes of your tomb, bewitched is worst then gloom,
In the sands of time distance of mind will consume.
Peel back the fallacies of the foolish who are callow,
then concede while you bleed, a destiny to swallow.