Since the days have begun i have begun to end

i hear voice tones circling around for an ambush kill
siezed by demon inspired utterances searches in highlights gawking
Unfamiliar ravens distributing food to man
Herded by bull horns that remind on of capital cross of Messiah hangings
i feel serpents  rousing and mating to dispense a thrill of slaughter unfamiliar in the world adhered
Bulls of the Bashnian terror at wake in the armpits of my soul

Yet still i rise

Invade demonic refugitic strategy taking course in the undisciplined tragic and erroneous leave  of Sherpard
A gang of mispelled dead unknown to the human in the gathered usher of church dealings

Yet still i rise

they give birth to a vice ridden gnome of secular definitive knows
i seared a conscious in an attempt to make glorious a melody of unhighlighted bliss

Yet still i rise

since the days have begun i have begun to end.