Banished we are from God
The sacerdotal lepers
Of the moon who feed upon
The universal majesty of stardust

You cannot heal our genius
It is Increate and forever
Born of flesh but released
To the infinite embodiments of fire

Our logic is demented discipline
Owned by tribal genetics passed
Briefly through your mediocrity

The inner cuirass still shines
With imbued luster
Which does not equate possession

Forged in Chaos
As Spirit and Flesh
We fly on Celtic wings
Of pandemonium
Then lavish lullabies
On sanity and curse reality
We, the consecrated castaways
Of invisibility,
Are the Insane

Spawn of creativity:
Bejeweled, imperious, adornments of the Universe