Bury The Ill Flock - Circle Of Dead Children

Absolutely vanished

The entire world dematerialized under a black wind’s final faded stripe through

the atmosphere

Vanished before the last ripples of hydrogen gave up on finding oxygen

Astral clapped into darkness as light bent perfectly

Consciousness shifted with ninety degrees of separation and truth has been

relocated in sacred knowledge nicked away between the pyramids and stars

Grid to grid burying the ill flock

Time moves at strange angles

Upward then ninety degrees to rightward as if we have freed ourselves from the

time and movement

So fluent so opportune to bury the ill flock

Goodbye to everyday