[Suzerain of Sheol]

Finding a resurgence of Gnostic imaginings... among other things.

Gehenom

So the Lost Son returns
I breathe because the air commands it
and bemoan this dire revelation
Wisdom weeps, and I do not care
She holds the knife against her wrist
as I look on with bastard eyes

I am hunted by Christ
as the Seed of Life refuses root
and I drag myself through desolation
murmuring the sounds of my own name

It crawls inside me
It belongs
The Light I spoke is mine

And She comes down
the Life I do not recognize
in swollen fear of Saturn's Star
I hide in regal terror

Three Men call for me, a single voice
and they are each Perfection
I cower in Hell

Telmael Telmachael
forgive me ever being born
I am Powerless
I am Powerless

They cried for me in Paradise
And there was no God

I am my own conception
a Genesis through self-expression
The Sun is in me

The Serpent and the Lion...
I was the Garden that they raped
this Mind I emanate...
The Sun is in me

I am the Word, and it is not enough
My crown was plucked from rotting stars
She loved me more than Christ Himself

The Sun is in me, and I wish to die