With necromancy from above and fantasy down below,
Where is this heaven you first whispered about so long ago?
Did you lie or fall for utterances filled with ill intent?
You are singular in having made such comment.

Heated hearts poured from vessels into shriveled cups.
Gaping wounds gouged into once sacred vials that are us.
Beginning the ritual which keeps us where we belong.
Still you claim these are travesties; define them as wrong.

Lips stained part with the spilling of sacrosanct.
In response your reasoning holds only tones of being easily flanked.
And still you speak of a place up amongst the clouds.
But all that has descended is the necrotic vows.

Bone dust ground from the deemed worthy volunteers.
One more word about the almighty and you’ll be speared.
No such entity has crossed our realm from dawn til dusk.
Into these words you have offered unbefitting trust.

Daughter of Aro; betrayer be laid low.
Goddess of Sorrow; no more shall we follow.
Practitioner who has lost her way.
Admit you belong amongst us not another day.
For continued rantings will only dilute our standing.
And we refuse to give up our devotion.
It is strong, you are weak; accept you have welcomed defeat.

I called you: once human.
A lie; you’ve never been.
Your state; no union.
For you there’s no improving.

Picked by the seed of a venomous leaf.
Into this world you have only delivered non-belief.
Pitted brother against sister and sister against brother.
At a time when they should’ve been stood together.
I know you think what you did was right.
Truthfully it proves how warped you are inside.
Monster in human flesh with a wicked grin.
Then theres that suffer loving eye twinkling.

Forgiveness is not what you should be offered!

Spreading dissent like some sort of demon.
Came about when you were needed least.
Laid waste to what had been risen.
Its why…

I name you: once human.
A lie; you’ve never been.
A state; no union.
For you there’s no improving.

Plucking innocence only to set it ablaze.
You turned the future into years worth of dark days.
Seas roiled and land turned to stinking cloying ash.
For these deeds you were given no free pass.
Not the actions of a misguided entity.
Rather purposeful in their insanity.
Evidence proving all that you have ever done.
Now finally maybe we will again see light from the sun.

Having spread dissent like some sort of demon.
You came about when you were needed least.
Laid waste to what had been risen.
Its why…

I dub you: once human.
A lie; you’ve never been.
A state; no union.
For you there’s no improving.

Swimming deep in the ocean of the resting mind.
Images flicker alongside emotions which glide.
Revelatory are these spaces internal and sublime.
Guide your thousand hands across all of space and time.

Reverie.
Welcome me.
Heresy.
A call to thee.

Leaping fields as if they are but paving stones.
Everywhere in nowhere is the place that houses thrones.
Configured to breed adoration amongst the dreamed masses.
Secondary are the brilliant blinding repetition heavy flashes.

Reverie.
Welcome me.
Heresy.
A call to thee.

Casting wide the inspiration of millennia to be sworn.
With perfection comes an end to emotions forlorn.
So deeper into this mass is what shall be written to come.
Splitting what is no longer suitable til it is utterly undone.

Reverie.
Welcome me.
Heresy.
A call to thee.

Please, speak to me.

Swimming deep in the ocean of the resting mind.
Images flicker alongside emotions which glide.
Revelatory are these spaces internal and sublime.
Guide your thousand hands across all of space and time.

Reverie!
Welcome me!
Heresy!
A call; speak with me!

I put these numbers out in front of you.
Stagnation in interpretration is what I fed you too.
Disease born from my contorted vessel of a mind.
Nothing I say nor do will ever be something kind.

Cut of the crop.
Body to be forgot.
Jealousy is all I have sort.

Wrenching thread through tender flesh.
To these crimes I feel there is nothing to confess.
Weighted souls against deeds yet to come.
My name has become the definition of damnation.

Cut of the crop.
Body to be forgot.
Jealousy is all I have sort.

So offer a hand to me and let us dive deep into contemporary.
Artist not of beauty but of suffrage.
Remember me as he who lived in the monastery up on Martha’s Ridge.

With trembling digits strapped to steel.
My obsession I feel it pointless to reveal.
For judgemental minds will deem me crazed.
Honestly, I am the only one who is not dreaming dazed.

Cut of the crop.
Body to be forgot.
Jealousy is all I have sort.

Its why I put these numbers out in front of you.
Hoping you would falter and fail like you always do.
And to no surprise my contorted vessel mind was correct.
It’s why I continued to be merciless in my torment.

Cut of the crop.
Body to be forgot.
Jealousy is all I have sort.

Years later and still I languish in cage.
For my ‘crimes’ helped turn many a page.
Lessons learned now administered in droves.
Bodies lined as in grapes planted in vast groves.

Victory is mine; imprisoned or not my jealousy does preside.
Doctrine carved above those who labelled me evil.
Alas it was they who never sort retrieval.
Return to innocent times deemed lost.
Chiefly because it was glossed,
Over to bring them power.
The thing which brought about their forever hour.

Gap in the void between what is here and there.
Spite is welling up with a fresh sense of despair.
Lightning strikes from finger tips to the walls of union.
How much more can we adhere to this confusion?
Send the failing and vent the formation.
Blood simple in your aggravating indignation.

Inspired amidst circumstance; which isn’t yours to give.
Heated are emotions twinned with your insistence.
Yet are these statements, or simply stitched together words?
Bide your time, flee collaboration, stealing new invention.

Sentiment is subject to the orders of higher decay.
Root deep seated in the heart of what they should not say.
Bludgeoned minds encased against prosperities wish for birth.
Along comes the latest empty, soulless ringing dirge.
Height of failure breathing the smog.
To the paupers lies is all that you do flog.

Inspired amidst circumstance; which isn’t yours to give.
Heated are emotions twinned with your insistence.
Yet are these statements, or simply stitched together words?
Bide your time, flee collaboration, stealing new invention.

Accrued payments drenched in sweat and muck.
From shaking broken hands its all been vigorously shook.
Back in nature you sow the seeds of poison pills.
Carving from flesh the newly recovered tender wills.
Clinging to cloth meant to identify you as saviour.
Pity to such a tradition you show no righteous behaviour.

Inspired amidst circumstance; which isn’t yours to give.
Heated are emotions twinned with your insistence.
Yet are these statements, or simply stitched together words?
Bide your time, flee collaboration, stealing new invention.

I shredded the fate which I chose to weave.
For these mistakes I shall forever grieve.
But stay in this shell I can do no more.
They keep me pinned to this rotting floor.

Justice never met today; all it did was fall away.

With sunken eyes and hollow brittle bones;
Tread these halls which were never meant to be homes.
Acknowledge these cots I refuse to force myself to do.
What happened here I did pretending it was all for you.

Pressure right behind the eyes; excuse I have come to despise.

Sordid story dipped in eternal suspension.
This brutality is of my own invention.
Patchwork body built from strips of murder.
Lauded superiority birthed by sheltered fervor.

Forever damned, forever shamed; I am no victim in this box I made.

Remission from suspicion.
No longer do I fear my collision.
Some days I’ll stagger and stumble.
Others I’ll soar and prevail.
Whatever might come I’ll face it with a smile.
Entities will never manage to curtail.
Think me mad or divine.
Reality is I’m neither, cause I’m feeling more than fine.

Rejoice; and use your voice.
Dance or cry; never let that fire dwindle and die.

Limitations are round the bend.
Words which I refuse to befriend.
For it is was true then how are we here?
Think on that. Maybe reposition and steer,
Away from the rocks you lashed yourself to.
Fearing that the waves might break you.
I know those fears for I feel them also.
Doesn’t mean you have to shy away the coming day.

Rejoice; and use your voice.
Dance or cry; never let that fire dwindle and die.

Searching for something to believe.
Maybe don’t look so desperately.
Cause from the look you might end up hoodwinked.

Begging for a direction to follow.
Expression is making you appear shallow.
Too much too soon and you’ll be labelled a fickle human.

Popularist;
Does not need to exist.
Contagion;
Shed such an abrasion.
Renew;
If only for you.
This life is yours to tread.
There is no one correct path.
Go walk it!

Begging at the pews of martyrs.
None will offer you naught but barters.
Cages for your mortal soul to suffer and breathe defeat.
Dusty tome and a dozen rusty nails.
Objects to be used; contain and impale.
Reality strikes, this is but the gathering of an old cult.

Popularist;
Does not need to exist.
Contagion;
Shed such an abrasion.
Renew;
If only for you.
This life is yours to tread.
There is no one correct path.
Go walk it!

Born, raised, bred to kill.
Are we people or product with will?
Shoved into a mold not picked.
The horizon is beginning to look bleak.
Weathered by the hail of lead.
Maybe one day it will come to an end.
Conclusion to the war storm.
No more criminals parading in uniform.

Machinations hidden by paper thin walls.
The old world order labelling us all fools.
With nothing new to prop up the system.
Lacerations cover us and prevent conviction.
State of affairs that hurts to have to admit.
These days are dragging more than a bit.
Words I should say aloud or keep to myself?
Decision has become paralysing, bringing collective suicide.

Broker passage from same to different.
Truth is none of it is changes societal intent.
Grafted to the billboard are twisted slogans.
Each warrior born for serving nothing.
Possession is cutting deep into me and you.
Anymore and it’ll be brainwashing our opinions too.
Forcing state through cookie-cutter declaration.
Now let me introduce finalities pre-determined exaggeration.

Closer to the edge I go.
Without wish, I am part of the flow.
Narrow views soon opens wide.
Not long after begins the vertical ride.

Falling faster but still a part.
I scream and thrash with too much heart.
Exhaustion soon does overwhelm.
Acceptance moments before I rejoin the helm.

Back in amongst the almighty flow.
Shoulder to shoulder, again I mix as I go.
Before too long to burble returns to me.
Insight into the next stage of this journey.

Three more drops somewhat the same.
Except with each I sound less in pain.
It is not sad nor defeated.
Rather I am elated that it is now repeated.

Now its over and all is rushing by,
I wonder if I will ever feel again that high.
No way to know but still I shall wish.
Otherwise this will be a time I will forever miss.