Tryst Of Cure




Opening scene of blood born things
To cut the human infestation
So true dreams of evolution streams
“Out Of Service”
But only for the duration
Lungs filled and swelled
Contaminated the well
Now so few walk vacant land
So everyone fell
Obligated to tell
Of the Immune who walk hand in hand
Religion just a headstone in a world of crazed lunatics 
Black smoke so thick
That it sticks to your throat
All the bodies from outbreak 
and the bodies that float

It goes to show

Clam voices go shrill
Realists born so solemn unsheltered
The weak were natures kill
Moralists not so far off from Skelter
Testing to find who posses a new gift
Gathering drifters, the self proclaimed best
Breeding anarchists law starts a new revolution
They Rise and they fall with Such Grave Solution
With the mark of the chosen
To each other they’re driven
Even before the induction
They knew what they were

Killing in laughter
The 
“Tryst of Cure”
  

Created on ... July 21, 2004