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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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The Weeping Philosophers
and they exalted in the pageantry
rising with the melancholic tide
to embark unto the futile cosmos
an absurd quest for light
for the logos to change the inevitable
to transmute the soul into gold
and a funeral of other marvels
lying to the exegete horde
to fuel creation with chimerical deceit
these splendors of the flow of chaos
and the warped circle of our ages
returning in terror to the moment of birth
the torch of existential cognizance
thrust into the infant mind
gasping dreamer burned by sin and origin
thus their relevance
thus their majesty
thus their destiny to decay
like fate running dry
the alchemy of religious humors
rending meaning into stone
a desolate rose crushed by disorder
vexing the proof of theories profound
to boil God into isolate sephira
distilling the truth of rivers they will never part
the animate puppet of decisions regretted
to atomically replicate the ashes of Eden
to will the stars into imperishable angelism
to hoist their newborn eternal on the sacrificing cross
with their tears
and their mercurial hope
all indignity forgotten for the moment of defrauding bliss
standards relaxed and old scars cynically ignored
as wisdom climbs the tree of death with bloody hands
begging for a wandering gun to restore her to the void
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
Posted 12-31-2021, 06:14 PM