Tearing the Veil from Grace

Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God's given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we're close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they'll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death's tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God!