I am the watchword ABERRATION
The white washed-wall is itself a facade
Nourishing ignominy into unfulfilled ambition
Like the chain of Damocles
Unsightly portrait that modernity could hardly alter,
Defying even the craftsman’s imagination,
Probing beyond human limits;
They falter,
Like the doomed tower of Babel.
Shouldered upon the mind’s throne
Licensed to the monster,
Mind that abhors irrational deeds
Need thy REJUVINATION renewal
Inconceivably pregnant monster,
Bearer of vices too sacrilegious to mutter,
Breeder of pain and agonizing times
HAIL ALL YE! Mortal against this tide
What use the watch?
What meant the guard as a rogue?
Mowing the sprouting bud tree of tomorrow
The white washed-wall is itself a facade
Nourishing ignominy into unfulfilled ambition
Like the chain of Damocles
Unsightly portrait that modernity could hardly alter,
Defying even the craftsman’s imagination,
Probing beyond human limits;
They falter,
Like the doomed tower of Babel.
Shouldered upon the mind’s throne
Licensed to the monster,
Mind that abhors irrational deeds
Need thy REJUVINATION renewal
Inconceivably pregnant monster,
Bearer of vices too sacrilegious to mutter,
Breeder of pain and agonizing times
HAIL ALL YE! Mortal against this tide
What use the watch?
What meant the guard as a rogue?
Mowing the sprouting bud tree of tomorrow
