[Suzerain of Sheol]

Catatonia is Catching

Speaking is suffering an illness of will

Unfolding like blossoms on the Tree of Death,
a progressive divorce from the Godhead

He died on a hill of dead horses

Enthroned like Nero
as the Id flashed to ash

(They had probably-not-Syphilis in common
not even the best idea at the time)

Psychic flirting makes living silence

An autoerotic relapse to grief
like cubist emptiness

Billions in favor of conception oppression

The burning figment of the final messiah
killing itself for attention