Hear me and deliver the fond ones from the self-imposed clutches of a demented mind
Deliver their heads so that they may liberate themselves from themselves
The fond ones are floundering in paleness
Allowing themselves to become entangled within the mutation’s tentacles
Riding every whim of the absurd
Fascinated by the propaganda of the imposter
Scrabbling to be everything but themselves
The pretenders have created an illusion
The real has been camouflaged by their deceptions
The mirage has become a facet of everyday life
Nurse the heads of the fond ones so that they may mend themselves
Restore to health those who covet death
Heed my prayer esteem one and do this for your children
Curse those who look upon themselves
Reveal the obscenity as a profanity
Scourge the pallor with a deserved faintness
Instability in oneself has damaged the fond ones exceedingly
The entire cosmos is now clumsy and awkward
Mindsets away from its original form
Because of the fond one’s lust for the reprehensible
And are so willing to immerse themselves within pale idiocy
Listen to me esteem one
Pay attention to my prayer
And rescue your children from themselves