The Sundering Of Celestial Moorings
Decent Begins, Deceit rescinds
All witch We thought would forgive us our sins
And our world comes tumbling asunder
Why should it not from the weight of our blunder?
But to who was it we were to answer?
Though from fates Razor claws
The muses applaud, a cynical caw
I reach threw the Din toward the feeble flicker of a Heart
Behold! It still beats…
Unfold! It must from its sleep
Untold! Its warmth I shall greet
Dethroned! Its Love cannot keep!
For all that love sows, No matter its intention of peace
Shall be deflowered in time, And sorrow shall reap
But tisk, Tis no bother to the distant lights off farther
The Gilt work of the heavens on the midnight robe of morning
Behold….
The Stars reflected of a sea with No tide
The perfect illusion of a peaceful night sky
But below purity drown!
Violent death throws resound!
The long lost intention of cold dead compassion
Is thrown to the winds and cast out to perdition
Hell knows no bounds
Heavens death resounds
The pieces of Eden never shall be found
Heresy in my soul now breeds
The feral Night winds now roar
Riven my Flesh
Skewer my bones
Disembowel my feeble soul, fell its worth to ash
For this is what brutality has cast
Draining the blood from the past…..
Legions of martyrs harbor disease
Forcing the cherished to serve on scarred knees
Crying, and Begging, and Handing up Please
Bringing Enjoyment if not by Unease
Searing now Lips that once thought they had Kissed
Aching for what they Believe they have missed
Clawing at Eyes for bearing Witness
Ghastly décor for the stonewalls of Dis
Immaculate deception
Death upon Conception
Steel thumbscrews upon perception
Scourges and Curses
Promulgate Purges
Enticing the Verses
Of Erotic Durges
The bloody carcass Opus of insanities distain
Shall play until the Chorus has Exhaled its last refrain
The stars from they're Moorings now tear
Enthralling the Sorrow he bears
Left to her Wields
His heart thus defiled
He cowers before that witch he clams to be vile
….And whispers silent prayer
The parts of his soul now laid bare
But who gives a care, For Redemption is Rare!
Devine Depraved Indifference
Vanity licks clean her stitches
Narcissistic Malicious
Simplicity Fictitious
The Void that it inspires is all together vicious
So long as this Refrain
Hammers threw my Veins
I shall crawl threw Razors
Just to gaze upon her sultry face
And taste her Lips
That I once Kissed
Or trace my hands across her Hips
Till the death of fate
Drown in its haste
I shall crawl till I am Tombed inside my Moldering grave
The Heart Still Beats….
….There Is Breath Still In My Lungs
Though gathered from Incense
The Bitter Sweet fragrance
Of those who Lamented
For feeble innocence
The battle for essence still roars
Its wraths of instrumentality adored
So wail these banshees of War!
God Lovingly turns away his Eyes
Not willing to bear this sight
And until I have Died
Nothing shall be grater in my mind
Than the sight of the glorious tears
That Jesus did cry…..
The tears of a Nazarene
Wash a conscious clean
Allowing for defile
With hardly a Recoil
For what grater Glory
Than Plucking Stars from they're Moorings
And no emotion to answer….
Merely Armageddon's foreplay
Systematic and Courtly
Seducing the wilds of enticed disaster….
Cronos I challenge you
From the depths of my Soul I defy you
I shall slay you anon
And feast hastily upon
The heart I rip forth from a carcass forgone
For no grater Story
Than the of Disharmony
And tis No greater Glory
Than the Sundering Of Celestial Moorings……