Conception: A Nameless Fear

Infant Annihilator

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Second sight
A means to gaze into the mind
Abilities bestowed unto the chosen
Selected by mysterium for millennium

Why did they choose me?
Why did they choose me?

A coming of the end
To signify the birth of corruption
Redemption is not the answer (using divination)
To foretell the future of civilization

Destiny is in the eye of the beholder
And the eye is in the head of the condemned
Dreams turn to reality
Impossible becomes inevitable

A constant state of despair
Living lost between the worlds of shadow and reality
Bearing witness to the nightmares of the masses
Endlessly tearing at the fabric of reality

Their self-inflicted torture of the mind
Spewing forth from their slumber

Why am I so blind?
Why do I debate reality?
Choking on my vision's second sight
Hallucinate

Eternally shattering the lines between
Masochistic and sadistic
Impatiently waiting for my visions to die
In the hope for my eternal torment to be banished

Now I am the harbinger of suffering
Bow down to me
I am the harbinger of suffering
Bow down to me

Your destiny is now in my hands
And the eye destroys the boundaries of your mind
Dreams turn to reality
Reality turns to suffering