the aging soul falls into distress,
the immense emotion of being bodiless,
pushes your awareness to psycho stress.
never dying is reality,
I call upon the creator with many faces,
for salvation from this insanity.
create the boundaries of the all,
the spheres of consciousness,
keeping out daemons with this wall.
speak in tongue to doubt,
the earthly now overthrown,
to test the soul of it's devout.
Distress- take my astral to control.
from the lower entities,
for us to deny and reject,
to fulfill our faith and responsibilities.
- Aura Negative
- Necro Morph
- Super Conscious