The Illuminatus

[Nigma]

The Illuminatus


Rodent grown in a mouse hole, exposure lone to his household
When he goes and strays outdoors, he grows a changed outlook
Ours was in an olden age alcove, a stone worked canal road
3 of us discuss occult in a black hole, me, Vulgar and Al Poe
Gather in the cold and enshrouded now to let loose in a vision
Scribbled symbols in tune with tradition and drew with precision
I moved through the hymns, simply doing so triggers a movement
within us, producing a figure who consumed my existence...
In the depths of me this entity approved my permission
Vision enters in it's centerpiece, removing all wisdom

Whispers woo me with this one..
It said...

"In your eye or iris don't look inside and admire
Because pride is a virus, the giant igniter of fire
Lacking in humility conspires to inspire our desires
These desires may reap their toll and break control
See your neighbors gold, go take ahold to make your own
Embracing things not paid and sold will lace your skin
And stay within the brain, emitting rays of coal
Degrades existence in the way of sins that taint your soul
Mistakes may fold the days your only heart is pumping
If you take the marked substance it'll stay in large numbers
Under siege, succumb to greed for some to see the dark coming
Or..
Desire may adjust in it's planning, lead to gluttonous actions
If your gut is too fat,
Stomach expands, it's a struggle to stand
Eating something that some wish they had
Intake doubling that of a humbly fed man
You're the scum of the planet to the ones that inhabit the slums of your land
It has come to this stand,
Some are punished with death, other slumping, a mess
Bent with lumps and the stress, until nothing is left
... Except rage and revenge
Wrath displayed, and is lived after plate stacking phases
The victim of taken dishes with riches misplaced and still missing
Embracing a mission to break him submissive and take what you wish
It's the way of traditional craziness, which it is
Paved in the midst of the chaos to smear up the pages
Sins, clearly, can tame us, it's biblical cadence
Their merely the basis of spiritual laziness
Which, impurely, the greatest of fears to estrange with
Either purge this or face eternal person ablaze
And be cursed with a plague in the worst of the ways
This is not just a play, life's obscured in the shade
Light will drop on the stage like a curtain in flames"


I emerged from the lesson disturbed but perplexed
Since submerged in the depths I've had perfect perception
Every person I've met since has been lurking with death
It's their work and their debt to reverse the direction
Or be burnt within purgatory, thirst left un-quenched
It's "the curse of this the Earth" in the words of the essence