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B:
It is but the flesh that lingers in the darkness
In solitude amidst a broken mirror...
As a flame is gently kindled with snow
With oil upon the wicker lamp post...
C:
The budding of the early morning upon the copper colored ivory
Softly reveals the shrouded eyes...
Erotic is the residue left from the prior morning
As it kindles the forests fire...
Breath is constrained between the curtain of deaths lungs
In a silent dance with the night...
Return to the silence of the abandoned oak
In the shadow of this white mountain...
E 2:
The rape of beauty occurs as leaves gently drift
From the ether forest to the silent stream
With her eyes open to the heavens
Too see again is the lone desire of her heart
As the cruel god does nothing in his power
To stop the relentless torment
The bitter taste of the church remains
As a call from the mosque sets forth the legions under way
To destroy all that lies in their wake
So quietly did she wander,
And yet in the softness of her steps she was taken
To the emptiness of her grave...
B:
The curvature of the bodies that float on before fading candle light
As if they were cruelly designed to commit suicide
With a flickering oil canvas before their god forsaken eyes confined
To dream of the warmth in a prison of leeches.
F:
Come and set me free from all that I have written
For before my eyes the night has fallen and I witness
The death of the lamb of god
Before the cross she falls and suddenly dies
F-2:
The Earth is cold upon her skin
As the men of god strike her down...
To the depths of the wide eyed horizon
To embrace the endless darkness
In the tracks of her shadow...
She is left to die and wither all alone.
B:
By the light of the looming sun
Upon the face of the jeering world
As she is bound to the agarwood
With blood and vomit exiting her mouth...
H:
I watch from the distance as the dogs blood rises
And fucking animals of inhuman nature
Despise the weakest of all with no remorse on their lips...
I wish to kill them all...
E 2:
She was the murderer set upon the second cross
In the shadow of the Christ who hangs before the world
With vile vinegar to his lips...
As he gently speaks to her in his prolonged passing
While the Father denies all knowledge of their fleeting existance...
Shall she not deny Him in return?
Naked and cold, her memory returns to that of snow
In pure pallor she removes her clothes
To become the martyr for nothing at all...
The rape of beauty occurs as leaves gently drift
From the ether forest to the silent stream
With her eyes open to the heavens...
B:
The soiled cunt is abandoned under the mud
As the rain boils at her feet
There is no longer a difference between life and death
They are but the same.
C:
The sunrise fades into the distance
As all beauty is cast away...
To the nearest shore a calm is looming
With a gentle breeze to her throat...
Though the grave is none one would desire
The stillness makes all breath into a wave...
Return to the silence of the abandoned oak
In the shadow of this white mountain...
I:
The murky water rises above her chest
(Sleep takes the hand of all)
She is left to the eternal forest
(Like a Snow White Morning Burning)
Raped by men of god before his own blind eyes
(Sleep takes the hand of all)
She has grown weary and her eyes have dried
(Like a Snow White Morning Burning)
Under autumnal leaves and winters dry snow
(Sleep takes the hand of all)
Her funeral pyre is lit by the lust of evil men
(Like a Snow White Morning Burning)
When all that is left is an empty cocoon
(Sleep takes the hand of all)
Even in death her memory will find no refuge
(Like a Snow White Morning Burning).
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Delirium in Fog
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In a chasm of darkness
Enter the grave and consume
My flesh upon the temple mount
As the blood sacrifice left to die
In light of a cherub blazed night.
Falling into the gleaming pit
She wanders through the dark
As a child who lost her way
On an isolated path
Into the eternal flame
Or frozen ice bath.
His eyes born in the depths of agony
As she transforms into the widows silhouette amongst the stars.
In the end it was her wish
To fall into the void
And eternally sleep like a dog.
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