When Death Is All - Loss

Father of worthless merit

Brush the cobwebs from the sky

Tear down the star like tapestries…

A deathless cacophony of wounded spirits

Bled dry and hung from ivory bone

Spires in temples of rot…

Into the black echo…

Robed in the bleakest void;

Red, black and gold…

Granting method and form

To my carrion design

Ash smeared bones shield

Me and the shimmering

Splatter of heaven’s molten

Gold stains my fist

That grip, the might and

Hammers of a new god

(DEATH)

In the stinking

Bloated breath of my kiss

Which hearken generation

Upon generation…

Fathers beget sons…

Each more venomous

Than the one before…

And with each new

Daughter blooms a

Filthy womb to birth carrion itself

Asphyxiating light and breath of man

He conjoins as

WHORE — SISTER — MOTHER

GOD — BROTHER — FATHER

Malformed and embracing

All fragments of ruin

In climactic dead calm:

No bonds hold my sway

Exhumed and unswept

Black archon I am

…Spoken…

A strict master named Death