1. REDEMPTIVE IMMOLATION

...Alone...
...Scared...
...Empty...
...Once King...

Blood running down your fingers,
Last minute thoughts,
Dripping on the floor.
Corpse collapsing in a pile.

From your rotting and open flesh,
Armies of worms swarm out,
Like waves of black water,
Emptying you from inside.

Until the white of bones,
Rises above your bloated cadaver.

For the first time your existence
Is overwhelmed with life and beauty

Redemptive Immolation, Redemptive Self-sacrifice

Your body for once is a vessel to receive,
But the angels of joy are now silent,
The angels of joy are now in agony,
As they gaze upon this shrine of Holy Death.


2. WIND'S BANE

Dead wind howling
Bodies bend like trees
Praying, kneeling, worshiping

Thousands of them crying for salvation
Hoping, gazing, dying

Robbing their corpses
Stripping them under the eye of their savior
With open arms…

Dead wind ceased, bodies cracked like twigs
Decayed orthodox obscurantism, our vindication
Doing the Devil’s work.