Gneelle

Vast wilderness of sand, concrete and bonfires

The swirling core; Ribbons of destruction-creation

To dearest grandmother

I broke your neck. Would you break my spine?

To bathe in the blood of your own children

The struggle to unbind oneself from a column of congealed suffering

Into the womb of the world; The sky slowly approaches, engulfing all

MYNSTER

GUIDE ME AWAY FROM THE CROWD

The ungodly abomination has shed its skin into my mouth