Era Of Submission

Epitome of my blackened creation - unclean

Hardened by this intense reality

A vision of another world

I pray ford death

A world out of light

An era of imperfections

A time now so distant

Anomalistic superior beings living splendidly

An essential part of my immense empire

Powerful sick desires dwell in my head

I am subject to hallucinations

Forced into a life of conscious enslavement

Never returning to humanity

Monumental failure

All thoughts ceased

Drowned in dark solitude

The seeds are sewn to end mankind

The salvation I seek is near

I count the days to the misery's end

Ready to fade away - cleansed for all eternity