I. CAGE OF SIN
In
this age of terminal belligerency
A
hex, a pox is placed upon thee—
Tingeing
forth the pummeled plant
pressing
through the groveling glass—
Thine
heirs be slain,
in
judgment for thy sins,
Each
those chosen prior to
and
the ones yet coming to pass
Silence
these ne’er-do-wells
housed
enslaved, voicing perditions
for
which man’s inner weakness craves
Dwell
in the aged moment’s freeze in time
linger
long ere thy dreams clash therein
Fore
in such a place, amidst the blinded vermin,
friends
be replaced by the slithering tongue,
within the wretched serpent’s cage of sin
II. A Signature upon Shedding Skin
Beware
the pomegranate kind—
sacrificing
winter, for a fleeting summer’s moonlight dance
Bathe
long in thy sweated skin—
before
ye blood hath spilt upon demon’s pact
Return
ye shan’t; regret falls moot
for
what has waxed, will surely wane—
Returning
all thy suffering—from fathoms deep
to
an ever weeping flame charred sky
When
debt comes due,
redress
accrues the interest kept
III. Forcing the Hand of God
While
thy prayers be pronounced,
And
thy annunciation understood—
The
heavens must flood forth its tears,
flowing
forward, despite—because
of
God’s ever-existing paternal love
Yet—because
thy scrolls be scribed
by
bloodied pen:
Thy penitence must be denied,
Thy soul, to Hell, must be sent,
And
such is the price one pays
for
abandoning:
Thy belief in ye self,
Trust in God’s will
Thy Faith—Thy wisdom—
That God shalt keep ye safe
And
such is the fate,
of
men who:
Fraternize with unholy
beasts—
Break bread at
demonic feasts—
And
there is no saving
A
man consumed by deicide
