No more a thing I knew... transformed - transfigured transcended... in an endless progress cycle DNA metamorphosis... of the dying cells into something
Raising my head to yell my life out standing naked, strained as a dying worm with body of light gleaming like my disquiet with myriads of stars not-to
Temple of hate a place accursed by the Gods the walls all in blood of tormented to death putrid face of Demon gutting sacrifice in light of full moon
No more a thing I knew... transformed - transfigured Transcended... in an endless progress cycle DNA metamorphosis... of the dying cells Into something