Cryptopsy

We'll save your children
Follow this illuminated line
This light that's held before you
Enshrined beneath this glare
Straight eye sare
Roped in, ensnared
Lost will of yours
Slipped past you
A passing glance
Long ago
Deity like foreskin
Draped lazily over
Your dying perception
Hunted by a illusion
Doubled over in delusion
Cumshot religions
Unions of weakness
Dazed and proud