At War with Reality

Let the language be the blade Dead it stares into our empty lives Created needs - as tumors they grow The swarming worms of a thousand lies The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay Hermetic halls - echo silent now Flood the

Language - self-destruction Against the iron air In broken, non-verbal strains An all-devouring sand The phantasm We invoke A monument A final stand We disappear The words from our bodies torn Irresistible In all its bewildering forms Deceptive - the