Profane Illumination - An Albatross

Staring at the

Staring at the

Staring at the clear light

Freedom is a cancer

Freedom is a massacre

(Slit the esophagus, vomit the soul)

Doom shall arrive

Koom, you shall thrive

(Rush up the spine and into the soul)

Profane illumination

Visions without sight

Envision it right now