Released,
From the light.
Are we saved?
Liberate.
Discharged from god,
Stillborn and dead.
These damning lies,
Words spoken through cracked lips.
Pissing blood over broken shrines.
Mouthing, murmuring.
Wailing their wretched psalms.
Bleeding, pleading their designs.
Triumphant,
Above the stars.
No salvation.
Transformed.
Thus spawned,
Come forth.
And from secret places,
These gifts are carved into my palms.
Without bread, with swollen tongue
I build these temples of light.
From these secret places,
The tenets of binding permissions,
Come crashing down from the stars.
I am come into being.
Triumphant,
Above the stars.
No salvation.
Transformed.
Thus spawned,
Come forth.
Forsaken son. For the endless stars,
I empty the sun.
Darkest light, I will know and name
That I may command.
Light of clarity, light in the void
Consuming my thoughts.
Burn in my heart, burn in my words,
As flame guards my birth. |
