Misanthropic Paradise

Sabers of time piercing his skin
Sordid ambience, somber prospect within
Prospect of a misanthrope's paradise

Stream of estacy surging by nigh
Insurgent morbidity torching the sky
Solitary battalion raging through forest

Seeking bliss in absentia of soul
A spirit cold enough to be warmer than all
Ghost of freedom watching over me

Behold the bedlam for peace
Cornucopia of heavenly bliss
Prospect of a misanthrope's paradise