So you arrive and expect every sin To be cleansed with fire, and forgiven? In this Hell-hole, my sordid little pit Which contains my throne upon which I sit. Are you of a virgin birth, Or merely dropped as a babe head first? You act like just fallen from Heaven into this fiery hole. As … Continue reading #179 – Welcoming the fresh lamb
I wish to walk upon your marble floors, I wish to walk down your golden halls. "O' King who has been praised like no other! Knight me, and take of my sin: cure Me, o' fateful father!" Hold me in your arms, o' salacious mother. The kidney that flushes out the self-induced poisons, With the … Continue reading #178 – Church
I sit upon my throne, Forged with calcium and bone. Sinew as bricks of stone, Shards hard like diamond known. I sit upon my inescapable throne, Trapped by my own bone. A prison hard like stone, Unbreakable; holding what can be known.
Traversing Chaos, pushing back Sin and Death; Though you may covet me so to you I am deaf. To come out and swing on fate's chain, golden; I behold! Earth like a beast by the collar to hold. To climb, to ascend to the heavens, but not Heaven. Falling, falling freely the Chaos terrifies more … Continue reading #176 – Plight
Fed us Mother nature and Father sky The fruit, the life nectar that leads us to die. Born from no virgins, no freaks of nature, In us an idea of ourselves we nurture. What is it that Aristotle said? One Outside of society is a God or Beast. Are you the fire, the wood, the … Continue reading #175 – Nature
A Satan she that named coinage be. What mess, what poison shall we smell and see? Durst we to kitchen venture: food to seek? Dost we know her presence from the foul reek? Sight of filled sink confirms suspicion, Descends us to anxious dereliction. Aroma singes eyebrows with onion's smell, In our cooking's realm to turn … Continue reading #174 – Flatmate
I am above the sun in power, yet I—The insidious one—silently swim through the depths as Leviathan to smash down heaven's gates. As above yet so below, my power remains no matter my place. Banished me to Earth to make a Hell, irony be that Hell is within me. O', I hold the hands of God … Continue reading #173 – Of the inner flame