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Blind! The light of pain;
The trigger signals horrors to come,
Dementia rounds the spinal column,
Seeps into the nervous system,

Gaping face aghast,
The furor of redemption,
The sentence of incentive as the vision gains momentum,
A cycle of sedition,
A writhing Serpent's pod,
Adorned thorns aid the quickening,
They barre the way to god.

Hindsight curse the mercy
Bloodburst-burp burns heresy

Swirling psychohellic, celestial waves
Wash away today's graceless, fading rays,
The temple curtain rendered like wanton labial splay
Before his eyes forsaken, shaken,
Crazed!

Mindblight reinsert thee
Usurp these gods of sanity enthroned...

Is that my mother/is that the whore?!
One weeping/one demure.
From ‘out the miasmal quick-manure,
The breach of the head of the saviour's skewer!

Rise black centurion!
Stay not your javelin arm!

Railed! Impaled!
My god is this really happening,
God! In Your glory gore me!
Stuck! Run-through!
Pinion-inverted gurgle
Gargling rust!

Lanced! Entranced into a
State where I feel negated,
Fate that I hang berated
Stabbed! Imbrued!
Circle of Satan,
Purgatory avaunt!

No palace of ice, no lake of flame
In dark untamed.
From the stillness
Heed the feasted, breeding.

Groans, chilled to the bone,
Distant and faint at first,
Pray: "can I be saved?
Destiny's curse reversed?"

This voice is not the same...
It knows my name!

Lost,
Fused to the cross,
Martyrs with Magdalene's
Hair bathe my broken feet
In firstborn's blood.

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