From a pedestal of wishful thinking,
warped by the need for make believe,
A fool’s persona proselytizes
their drug induced beliefs.
Posturing as the pinnacle
of all human perception,
jerking off to manuscripts
in a warm modern home.
Admitting the faults of faith
while wholeheartedly flaunting their own.
The left hand path is decorated just the same,
worshipping all things
as greater than they are.
Rejecting the crucifix
but still chugging the wine.
Passing off hallucination
as something divine.
Sleep paralysis
or just a drunkard’s rest?
There is nothing deeper
to an inebriated vision.
Just stumbling and vomit,
slurred words and lost ideas.
Confirmation bias via intoxication,
enlightenment without critique.
Brain injury necessary
to perceive the fantasy.
I take issue with this methodology,
and the false certainty it grants.
The tantra of bullshit pedallers.
if a man sees a ghost in the smoke,
why should anyone give a shit?
supported by 4 fans who also own “Gouging Out The Third Eye”
Krallice reinventing their sound while still retaining their signature quirks.fantastic album, a wavering, beautiful mess that engulf the listener. Gata Vrangr