It isn't a typo, I do mean, "prosector", and not, "prospector".
Not Yaoi, Yuri or even straight. Shit, I'm losing my touch!
Palingenesis
Swing low, fate of Midgar, artificial demon born of sun-kissed sin. Scatter these crowds of street-dogs before they die and stain the urban galleries, do not tarnish me. You loved me once, I know, yet do you love me still?
He said my eyes were oceans, but he never spoke my name.
The rain falls harder now, washing with it shredded tapestry of mucus and weeping skin along the current's pathway, down toward the sea. Realise this if only this, the seven winds still sing my oath, forever chant in obedience to my divine genocide. Surely enough the great Mandala spins no more, the colors ran and fucked in the gutter, life and death indistinguishable like always......
He cried for me to repeat my blasphemy, this timeless pleasure that is almost pain, and said that I was beautiful. He never said I was human.
Ragged skylines fall about me, comfort in torn epithets, bestowing faith in everything that has not been true since that day. The horizon dims and I grow weary, a bullet train derailed by all the corruption from which it takes fuel. Rough and numbing your caress, you are no longer my God. I call out to this evanescent purgatory with my very soul since you ripped out my voice, commanding every vigilant spirit to embrace you as I did in their thorn-speckled branches and taunt me with the paramount pain of loving you. I am your Messiah and this place my church. Within pavilions of light I shall nurture my enmity and honour it with the dark Mass, enlaced in my body and your blood, dear passive prosector.
He said my life was his to take, but he never spoke my name
Yet what forms now in swirling symphony about me, amorphous and opaque in its admittance to my power? Of course..... Materia......Consciousness disintegrated into a gold-green glow dying anew inside each orbicular treasure born by my side. Come now, storm of Eden, Lifestream love, take your worthy catalyst. Bleed your secrets into me, promise it will hurt. I am ready for rebirth.
He said I was dead, and he rejoiced.
You were wrong, Cloud, you little bastard -- and I'm coming for you.
~fin~
Please review............ those who do will earn my eternal gratitude (like that's worth shit), those who don't will be eaten by Dark Nation.
*Distant munching sound*
It begins........
Coronis @-)--
Palingenesis
Swing low, fate of Midgar, artificial demon born of sun-kissed sin. Scatter these crowds of street-dogs before they die and stain the urban galleries, do not tarnish me. You loved me once, I know, yet do you love me still?
He said my eyes were oceans, but he never spoke my name.
The rain falls harder now, washing with it shredded tapestry of mucus and weeping skin along the current's pathway, down toward the sea. Realise this if only this, the seven winds still sing my oath, forever chant in obedience to my divine genocide. Surely enough the great Mandala spins no more, the colors ran and fucked in the gutter, life and death indistinguishable like always......
He cried for me to repeat my blasphemy, this timeless pleasure that is almost pain, and said that I was beautiful. He never said I was human.
Ragged skylines fall about me, comfort in torn epithets, bestowing faith in everything that has not been true since that day. The horizon dims and I grow weary, a bullet train derailed by all the corruption from which it takes fuel. Rough and numbing your caress, you are no longer my God. I call out to this evanescent purgatory with my very soul since you ripped out my voice, commanding every vigilant spirit to embrace you as I did in their thorn-speckled branches and taunt me with the paramount pain of loving you. I am your Messiah and this place my church. Within pavilions of light I shall nurture my enmity and honour it with the dark Mass, enlaced in my body and your blood, dear passive prosector.
He said my life was his to take, but he never spoke my name
Yet what forms now in swirling symphony about me, amorphous and opaque in its admittance to my power? Of course..... Materia......Consciousness disintegrated into a gold-green glow dying anew inside each orbicular treasure born by my side. Come now, storm of Eden, Lifestream love, take your worthy catalyst. Bleed your secrets into me, promise it will hurt. I am ready for rebirth.
He said I was dead, and he rejoiced.
You were wrong, Cloud, you little bastard -- and I'm coming for you.
~fin~
Please review............ those who do will earn my eternal gratitude (like that's worth shit), those who don't will be eaten by Dark Nation.
*Distant munching sound*
It begins........
Coronis @-)--