The Servant's Speech - Hideous Divinity

Born of a drone

Of a million scattered ashes

A trembling hand, a veil of flesh

I can’t help to feel relief

While I’m embracing you

Quietly wrapped in peacefulness

I move backwards with the tide

Pleasure in obscene conforming

Obscene, key word

Immolated

Decline the fault

Torch the conscience of the

God resembling — I

Spiritual womb — I

Away from guilt — I’m

Unveiled fever

Spirituality, liquid perfection

I’m now praying for advice

The voice now whispers in the niche

Hateful world of flesh is only a

Distant dream reloaded by

Receptors of sublime decomposition

Far from the sun

I question light and life

Crave for future

Accepting my warm burial ground

Confident in free will

Restoring what’s not real

Organic slave

The most unclean, renamed

I will subscribe to the absence of belief

Drawing life from life

The choice made in front of my eyes

Obscene, key word

Lying, faded

Decline the fault

Torch the conscience, I’m the

Stillborn partner — I’m

Reigning chaos — Servant

Far beyond guilt — I’m

The new servant