Floodrites
Taxed upon dusty plains
Feathers drift on plumes of ashes
Prayers in the wind
Perhaps He knew
Not to bother with us again
Left to self destruct in our mayhem
Tied upon the pyre
Hanging belly up
Set fire to the brush
Lapis Manalis
So don your best blues
We're dancing for you
Call upon your Jupiter
The beating of the drums
Another flood to wash it all away
Suits upon grassy knolls
Flood them all out, finest fine
Upon your altars
In unison
To the heavens
A petition
To wash it all away
Tooth and Claw
Dredging muddy waters till you found all its parts
Hypnotized by the thing you brought to life
Intoxicated by its twisting and knots
You waited and waited, just like it waited for you
It'll be alright-kneeling at the feet of all the things you said you'd never do
Entrenched in placing the blame
With tooth and claw-blinded by white-knuckled hope, a fools chimera suckles, chokes
You're wasting your time
Followed its path, till joy subsides
Consumed, burned, made sour the earth
But from one head, sprung forth many more
Married by fate, the beast's will won't be ignored
You can feel its breath, it's right on your heels
The sun sets, shadows concealed
The scales they shift, you've been compromised
You're running and running from something you recognize
The Screams and cries
Reverberate, ringing out
On rejecting ears
They speak in tongues
Pray for hope, be steadfast
A million voices shunned
Their Veins bled dry
Crimson waters rushing in
Crashing with the tide
With tooth and Claw
From the depths of the earth
Make your blood run cold
Hangman
All hail the Hangman
He arrives, we applaud
All hail the Hangman
Execution imminent, we applaud
Fear, it drips from every pore
Descend into chaos, eye for an eye
Screams cry out, a pragmatic purge
Shame and dread, settling that score
An accident, a sick twist of fate
An angry shove-judge and juror, call for blood,
Just a push, he's been hung
Our demons come out, show their true skin
Righteous spoonfuls, a thirst to be quenched
Justice served atop throwing stones
Call them by name, our sickness within
An accident, a sick twist of fate
An angry shove-judge and juror, call for blood,
Just a push, he's been hung
All hail the Hangman
Screams erupt, we cry out
All hail the Hangman
He arrives, we applaud
All hail the Hangman
Just a taste, for the cause
All hail the Hangman
Execution imminent, we applaud
Insidious
I'm with you in the dark
Your shadow in the light
Weigh Heavy round your neck
The fullness in your ears
Senses sharpened,
pupils dilate
Tendons snap
As you fall for the bait
Escape is all too late
The doubletake
The lapse in breath
Catching a glimpse
Of that side
Of you here
Of the death
We'll take it slow
I'll wear you down
Well make mistakes for
Goodness sake
Swallow you whole
Til you break
Break you down
One crack at a time
Pulled apart, rip the seams
Nothing inside but empty space
To crawl and hide
Psyop Du Jour
Psyop du jour
Psyop du jour
Planted seed, thoughts your own
Can you trust whats been sown
Betrayal of your own thoughts
Images you see
Can you trust your minds eye
Can you claim to be
In charge of your own volition
In control of your own conditions
Would you know the difference
Sowing malicious deeds
Castles Adrift
Time fades away
Left dullness behind, buried it deep
Etched by daylight
Grandiose towers, serenity forged
Delighted by his design
Pearly good intentions
Suffocate the sky
Multicolored shards of indulgence
Time has a way
Altruistic, pilfered by pride
Empires built and shattered, kissed by flames
No more a Son of Adam, rites of shame
Pointed fingers, whose to blame
The door you entered, your path you made
What once shone brightly, tarnished by age
Point the fingers, you're to blame
You were always saying, that should the world crumble
Fall at your feet, it would be by your own hand
Your own undoing, the willful gestures
Of a dying man, his castle walls fall
At once untethered, you were always saying
Itd be by your own hand, your own undoing
Adrift on currents, his castle has
Begun to crumble, stained glass falls
His own undoing, shards lay at his feet
By his own hand, colors at his feet
Sermon Victoriam
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