Resonance Of The Foul

Mass gaces, open opportunitys for our minds to replicate

the pleasure of fear. Mocking the prosiness of sound, the

frequency drops to subsonic standards. Phantasmal tempest

prospects the rain of arrows. Sharpness defined by the

solidification of man fragments and desecrates the ears

of the unborn. Auditory perception infects it's genesis

for the genetics of superlative venom lactating spawn. A

spawn of man,

irreconcilable to moral of virtue. The evil of man is

upon us. Resonance. The depraved separation of lie is

between us. The mass graves, filled with ear ruptured

versions of adoration. Resonance Supersonic beings

relapse their versions of noise. Resonance Only the deaf

contain sanity. Resonance. Only the reverberating

aftermath of this insistent apocalypse settles in the

minds of the deaf, forever.