Demiurge Anathema

With the impulse to move further Yet viscid to the complicit visit From the bane that scourges tries Incapacitating throes that paralyze Before the ruination resignation The departure of affliction Severed maladies shatter Like icicles that fall from the eves Of an abode once called home Expiration drains the powers of recalling Left to weep in an immortal sleep Body in coffin, soul canalizing deep Zaftig figures softly finger a route Like a stream with an aquatic scream The spirit slues, rapt in reverse rapture Enthralled as the rest start to fall HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL the destiny for all Demiurge of Anathema