Dark Allusions - Mortification

Gore

What for

Macabre

Wastelands

Sicknesses are rising from the underground

One man’s massacre for one’s entertainment

Some may put their ratings on the television

But you cannot censor the imagination

Suffering for fantasy

Keeps me wondering if we’ll ever see

A sound mind for reality

To discern our dark allusions from insanity

Gore — what for

Macabre — wastelands in your soul

Images of torture te replace the pain

Many can’t control promiscuity

Fade away the youth — innocence decays

The dark fruits of sin — mocking undertones