Awake inside a rock cut tomb, perhaps a surgical theater The light is so faint that I can't really tell for sure What I am totally aware of however, Is the small, disproportionately miniature head in my right hand It is wrapped in layer upon layer of gauze As I begin unraveling the first few I come to the realization that i have in my hand The head of Jesus fucking Christ
Though I do not see it, I know this is fact One of those revelations one gets only in a dream To know without knowing Clear fluid begins seeping out from the Veronica, and I am terrified I am drenched in what i assume is sweat, Though it may also be pericardial fluid And my heart is racing, going into hypovolemic shock The head of Christ is mocking me I struggle against the crossbeam How did it come to this? Now that asphyxiation sets in
I was always the crucified
Faces drain to alabaster sensing the wheeling of radius Forcing hands to supine Crawling to the standing, onward to the kneeling Precious sepsis come quickly upon infelix lignum Arbori suspendere Supplicium more maiorum
A filled Ob around her neck, stretching taught, uttering lament She revealed these things unto me, and I was unafraid Inscriptions of Elohim and the watcher over the feasts of depravity Are rooted in ancient tongues - pluralis excellentiae Lead weights and leather cord lead to the coldness Cracked lips Servitude Grief Faith's decapitant Rise draconian law, come and smash the earth Cleanse the weak by the means of storms A disease, that will distort and shift the body Augment the flesh by flames to travel asunder Among bloody marble halls Censer bearers moan in rags, the fume fails to cleanse the air Another's savior they cry "come and see, he is beside thee" I spat My own requiem to a rotting coffin I fester, seethe, and boilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
