Echelon

Stagnant of life! But a promise given from the black tar of evil, sensual, addictive.
Persuading the best, feeding the lust and greed of the seven.
Whispers to the ego, enforcing and Stagnant of life! But a promise given from the black tar of evil, sensual, addictive.
Persuading the best, feeding the lust and greed of the seven.
Whispers to the ego, enforcing and relating your spark is dim; behold the lie. A temple of defiance, we build a strong, foundation of deceit and cages where we belong.
Influenced by evil—
we all will fail.
The fall of angels,
the morning star unveiled.
Beauty to behold,
yet defiant to the Maker,
a tale long written,
a model to follow.


I battle with demons—
yet I wear divine armor.
The spark. The light. The rite.
Darkness and evil will rot,
stagnant of life.


But from the black tar of evil
a promise is given—
sensual, addictive,
persuading the best.
Feeding the lust and greed of the seven,
whispers to the ego:
“Your spark is dim.”
Behold the lie.


A temple of defiance—
we build strong.
Foundations of deceit,
and cages where we belong.

blues, pop, emo