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to lie with beauty on empyrean shores

from hypogean blood fractals for a hypnagogic sleep by The Last Surrealist

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burn me out of eden and turn my eyes towards the winter
note that my feelings on death come from knowing that it’s all there is

take the wooden cross from the church where my mother gave birth
to an entire world strung up with torn skin, flush lips, and fire

the fire consumes the soul, oh how i have grown so old
my pale bones see straight through the boiling blood to the unreal

my sister is just a ghastly fragment lying below the hearth
so soft in my arms, she can bring the ecstasy to this life

yet i am scorched in an inferno aeons in the making
consumed by the desire for love that i’m told will set me free
but by the look of this misery i can tell my passing thought
that god giveth and man taketh away will keep me sustained

i have long been worried that my lust for death would exhume my corpse
before it’s time had come to return to the dying star xibalba

lit in flames we all wander into the inner sanctum of the tabernacle
we close our eyes then drop to the desert sand like heavy stones

i crawl back into the vacuous opening from which i was released
take the knife and plunge it into my neck, then set adrift on an open sea

we all pass away with dilated pupils looking towards heaven’s abyss
my unscathed mind leaves the flesh to lie with beauty on empyrean shores

then i am scorched in an inferno aeons in the making
consumed by the desire for love that i’m told will set me free
but by the look of this misery i can tell my passing thought
that god giveth and man taketh away will keep me sustained

entire worlds bend the knee just to see a faint vision of the almighty
leading a thousand nations towards the sweet smell of victory
while trampling every lost sinner writhing in carnal pleasures
illustrating that god giveth and god taketh away

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from hypogean blood fractals for a hypnagogic sleep, released October 8, 2015

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