Fullfill the Curse, Finland will rise

(in Greek mythology) a legendary plant whose fruit induces a dreamy forgetfulness and an unwillingness to depart.

Cloudless black skies falling, the watchtower stands empty, rocks wet with tears

Only the fallen stand guard against the wind of doom

With few memories to call her own the prophet leaves his side

Long and laden with cunning roots is the road down, lined with weary fools from a distant past

Once she was the God of ape, now a mere messenger of empty promises she walks the land

Worn and beaten is her will to overcome the urge to rot away with dignity

A bastard spawn bred to rise above the unwanted children of the damned

A pale contrast to the demonic hate once ruling this distant shore of the deceased

Why have the Ape man not come to collect his domain that was left behind for him to claim?

Why have the Ape man steered away from his bleeding guilt?

How many of his kind has already failed to smother the blind mother of hate?

Still she must carry on and without fail remember to never look back, to never gain control

The fruits of deceiving love have long ago gone ripe and been fed to the tide of the past

On moon lit nights the song can be heard from far and away, distant shores erodes as the tune fades

One echo filled valley hold the secret that so many have crawled their bloody knees to reach

The secret to what holds the Ape mans beating heart in an iron grip, a fist of fury and black angst

Only she, the sacrified prophet of One have been summoned to seek vengeance for the lost cause

Seemingly neurotic and pale, many of us have been playing hide and seek with this razors edge

The hangmans noose has 13 coils for a reason, many have failed to feed the rampage when at the helms

Cloaked menace has taken control yet again and only She, the dreaded one can lift the ban for her children

Only She, the God of Ape knows the truth about all shades of grey, where they belong and why

‘Take control’, the butcher screams on his way into the slaughterhouse

‘Leave no trace’ I say, the two legged sow knows by now how to reload

‘Take vengance’ I say, the keeper of power gets his hunger for gold quenched by the pure and godless

 ‘Leave no mark’ I say, as the nameless bullet rips through the night, finding it’s receiver

-‘Seduce or be seduced, if you can fuck it and eat it, why not kill it!’ was the final mantra from the nameless maid

Let he who has understood the true number of the apes step forward, come claim your prize young watch maker

Your time has made all come to a halt, time dripping away like mercury laden blood in the sand

-‘We now let the fodder burn as we feed it to the waiting masses’ whispers the Judge in her ear.

She wanders on, unsteady on slippery slopes of hope and despair, She The Dreaded one

Take no cover when in her presence, only blind trust of nothing can save you and yours now

Let her fall and stumble past your hollow abode, filled with walls and closed doors

She is the lotus eater, no one can save her from the watchtower, distant shores have rules of their own.

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