Obsidian Flow from HARBINGER by Sleestak

Cast not thy pearls before the wretched swine
Their ignorance flourishes like grapes on the vine
It sits enthroned behind empty eyes
Dispensing judgement and spreading lies

Liminal - the space I occupy
As the world around me remains frozen in time
I see the masses relish being blind
Never to truly see, never to try

Every politician - all dark magicians
Will drown in the fire when the serpent has risen

Burn down the gates to the kingdom
Then slay the gatekeepers of old
And when the rulers try to reclaim their hold
They are crushed under obsidian flow

The philosopher's stone
The source of every realized
Individual soul
Who holds it inside

Those with ears to hear
Those with eyes to see
Blessed be, protected
With the blackened armor of god

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