Vortex کے بول

All that I see can conceive Your wanton indifference derides Decisions weren't hard to deceive How we fooled ourselves When it died Searching for a new place to hide Afar from your vile, naive complacency Burning Scathing In nausea confide Mocked in sudden ecstacy In the earth As in fire Fundamental laws I repel The fool I was, Allured by desire Corroded and hollow you feel. All and more you could not see When the frankness would devour Though the flesh trouble me And the world tempt me sore; The victor I was to be Ascended, your futile ways I deplore.