If this were all we were left to see
laid perilous to this broken brotherhood
Bound to these chains of suns and moons
lashed to the coordinates of such eternal and fixed stars-
laid like a brand upon the restless spirits...

Never transformed by our course
to anymore than these reflections of the night's sky

That I walk through the valley of these shadows of the heavens-
I shall not want...

To become inured to these senses-

the bristle of biting flies that lay their eggs within such unwholesome
things- to fill the air with such buzzing after crawling out, and away from
death- in the erratic path of the dying...

"Dispassion!" The children cry
in an inhuman and electric voice
Soulless angels
left with only the power to liberate the darkness within, and wallow in the
world's pain-
tearing at their own flesh with the jagged claws of something almost human-
but never quite human enough ...

...Death is an easy answer.

Settling upon the pores like a blanket of dust-
seared by the Sun and transfixed
Like scars-
that cannot feel beyond calloused and deadened flesh- buried deep within the
sensual excesses of pleasure and pain...

Fallen within these wicked places-

Succoured and immune by facelessness, the identity dissolved into the
shadows of a single dark mass- cast still into a terribly cold place,
dreaming of oblivion- of uncreation, of not remembering...

Left destitute by the grave robbers and ghouls-
the lobotomized flesh-
the quivering of ashes
stirred in the wind.

Purgatorio
Deus ab ex machina homeine
Perdere angeli vulgus
Ad oblvione.

"Appease me..."

It says,
"and I shall give you flesh."
With nothing more to see-
the spirit sleeps in the tomb of what may be-
if only awakened within...

Left vulnerable merely to their own kind, they might have fought back- but
made vulnerable by the will of the way it will be...

Destroyed with a kiss.

Death is an all too easy answer.

 
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