Synthetic Eden - Gloria Morti

A piece of ethereal Eden

Injected into body

Projecting false images

Of wings no longer vital

Flesh grows fractured

But the mind seeks more

Onward to portals

That lead beyond meaning

Synthetic Eden

Synthetic Demons

A veil of confusion

Ensnared in burning flesh

Acquire a taste for manmade paradise

Snow of the drifters

Escort the grey mourners

Who journey across the haze

Drenched in liquid obedience