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I stand, emboweled with deceptive morality

A black looking glass, my genetic inheritance

I tatter the bonds you have left me

I splinter the idol of your long-dead god

My curse aimed directly at your lies

Thy burning statues of a blackend morality

For your eyes have been depriven of their sight

You feed your hunger on a narrow reality

No longer shall these chains of subservience

Tie me down to thy archaic boughs

Rouse in me wolves, preternatural, allmighty

Lest thy winter thaws never in my lands

I, Iconoclast

Leave the white canvasses riven

Hack from their socles

The statues of your long dead god

And rise me from this earthly sepulchre

Burn my inner sanctum core

A furnace is lustring

A vehement fire within

Thy statues unhinged

Profane talons lacerate the marble

Nefarious angels scale the incarnate stone

And sever the limbs that attempted to rein them

For I shallt no longer bow to thy petrified eminence

Now prudence lies raped, the brave march in front

Thy august, obedient corpse lies dead, skewered

Liberated legions now roam, freed from their shackles and chains

My curse redirected to the self

My broken statues of blackend morality

I shut my eyes and left them for unopened

I fed my hunger on a narrow reality