Psycroptic
Minions: The Fallen
Another un-replenishing slumber...
These dreams continue, bringing a contradictory message...
Slowly changing your thought patterns: rearranging your mind
Yet, this time it's different - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the same origin - this you can somehow feel how and why is unclear
Intense is the stench of the paranoia within, sickened to your core
Leaving your senses numb in parallel
Fearing sleep - it will happen once again
The ongoing
Dissolution of your sanity
Thoughts that aren't your own rage inside gout head, gradually cleansing the singularity you possess...
A hierarchy broken: disordered they wander
Without purpose... reason... method
Not in body... but in mind - a blueprint of mental ambiguity
Fallen: their sovereign the flawless one
Minion of the fallen
Once easily controlled - weak of will, strong of mind
Chosen for the telekinetic qualities they posses
Helping to cure man...
To mend all that is flawed
Cultivated in clandestine, groomed for the chores that lay ahead
It is a noble pursuit to heal the sick....
Yet not of an ailment they would desire to keep
Their own singularity... Left without guidance to pave a now disordered path
Minds scatted by the pursuit of absolute perfection
Moulded by the environment in which was so pure
Previously free to sculpt others in their own glorious image
Under the watchful and ever present master's gaze
Carefully reordering the subliminal traits of the countless blemished psyche
Maintaining a balance, a cure for the ailing
'they mast be changed for the good of all
' Independence of mind is an unacceptable outcome
It is not perfect, not pure
A pursuit neither 'good' nor 'evil'... no more
With his falling
All guidance is lost
The fallen one, so convinced; determined to repair what has been eternally flawed:
The Human Race
Conquered by the defect of his own mortality
Unguided... Untamed... Unstopped... One thought with an infinity of voices
No balance in the human form
Stopped
This will return us to zero when it is finished, how are we to continue?
For we will he only one - the same mind in a multitude of bodies