Burning Letter

I'm the unworthy,

I am the blind,

I'm the fading,

and I am surely

losing my mind... Yes!

I pray that I have enough time... No!

Losing sleep from Intellect's wine.

I'm the brother,

I am quite cross,

I'm crucified last,

I am truth's dire cost... Yes!

Calculated in with the lost... No!

Join the cleaning crew!

Proudly, in uniform,

in patience we stand

to rid of the corpses that litter our land.

Marksmen, keep sight

on the monstrous w***e,

building her tower at the edge of the shore!

Knights, keep watchful

in the rising of night.

Her minions spread wings to make haste into flight.

slaughter thy neighbors

mark your doors with their blood.

For death angels come swiftly,

Passover has come.

And await in the morning to worship your sun.

Awake now my brothers the new age has begun!

Reviews

[David]

I love it man. This reminds me of Alleiluia Alma Mater for Sol.

[H.]

I read this poem as if it were in two parts--at least in a technical sense. About halfway in you flip to a different rhyming scheme, and you also switch from speaking of yourself to speaking of the w***e and the knights. Are you one of the knights?

Your work is quite dark as of late. Are you passing through that dark corridor, where they sat, where they are?

This is your most ambitious album to date.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

And the sun has come again...let the light burn! Great write - beautiful imagery.
Light,
Siddartha