Tactical Insanity

 

HYOUSOU – Zen Soundscape of a Frozen Dawn (氷霜)

I

Stab your frame, forget your name, ghost;

as the void glimpses itself, formless.

Berserk in the breathe, there a toast,

is drinking the emptiness of the cup, accost.

Holy Shit met dimwhit and God Bless;

weapons of indiscretion, who confess.

Conflict is coming, to seek Famine, War, Death – host.

II

Frozen in the unreadable transparent pattern;

then the Reiatsu meets waterbending Sage.

Light enough at the Gates of no Gate, intern –

as the student becomes the Teacher and Fern.

Then the motherboards concord and necrophage;

people unable to live another step without image!

Grab your I-phone or next selfie, don't exist “Mutter”

III

Mothers and cogwheels, who's German enough;

to understand, how not to objectify silence.

Science or Religion – everybody wants to scoth;

rule the world according to His vision, True North.

For people are everywhere and nowhere, excellence;

spirit unbound the strategies and evolutions lens.

L+R when the bright growls grim without a sellsword.