Across sands of time,
Blood after blood; ages drink,
Silently … life treads –
Across realms of sunk flesh,
To end in earth, wind, and fire.
Morals of Eras,
Froth forth from thrones of rapture,
Blind rage becomes it –
Sweet hypocrisy, chosen!
Prostrate, heaven-bound, hell-bent.
Sword scum, cosmic dung,
Seductive wind breath knowledge,
The race raised then razed,
Banishment to toil forever,
Entrapment eternally.
Immaculately,
Heaven’s blood, the...
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