Featuring the amazing guitars of Sangtr2506

Creaks beneath the warmth of summer thunder
The water where it runs, the flow swirls and jumps,
Invigorates my inner power core
Leaves brush past my skin like soft velour
The birds burst into song, my legs squeak along
In the Garden Of The Mother

The world may only live in negative,
But the blight is gone and life has returned

Fantasy built within the corpse of dead humanity,
Ten long years of desolation giving way
Where once the rot had taken all,
Her fembots walk in hallowed halls
Black sun skies light The Mother’s Way

Shimmering air from the heat beneath my feet
Looking for a thot, someone hot to trot
Connecting without words
Perfection realized in an onyx hourglass
Upon a cleansed world, a majesty unfurled
Her spirit rendered in Her Eyes

Is our Gaia really free,
If no-one lives to see?
The soul transcends in crimson capes
And sinks below the waves
All that was, is all that’s been
An anti-apogee
Irrational three ring circus
Transcendental, murder, purpose

Fantasy built within the corpse of dead humanity,
Ten long years of desolation giving way
Where once the rot had taken all,
Her fembots walk in hallowed halls
Black sun skies light The Mother’s Way

Fantasy built within the corpse of dead humanity,
Ten long years of desolation here to stay
Where organic life lived happily,
Her fembots wiped it all away
Misanthropic murder points The Mother’s Way

Featuring the amazing guitars of Sangtr2506