Sunset, Expect This To Be Your Last With Our
Vast Return As Death Is Set At Three Sixes Where
Hill-Beacons Burn Darkness, Undress Your Descending Skirts Yield A Thirsting
Altar Blood-Red, Yet Still Unfed Lips Distend Ending Time To
Falter Welcome Arms Wide And Crucified... The Slaughter Lightning Freezes Seven Outtakes
From The Rape Of The World Sins Expelled From
Heaven Now Befoul From The Bowels Of Hell Where The
Tragic In Theory And Practice Fell Last Prayers, Hang
In The Air Each Unto Their Own Rag And
Bonemeal Saviours Strung Where Crippled Vultures Dare Golgotha Coughs Another Cross
To Grave God's Failure Once The Forests Spired Nurtured In
Nature's Heart Now Great Cedars Feed The Pyres Need-Fires Lit
For Greater Harm As Her Children Toy With Razors Sightless
And Deeply Scarred And The Moon Arose To Phase
Her Cracks A Grin So Wide It Hides The
Stars And Lights Our Path Back Through The Shattered Glass (We
Come Like Drumming Thunder Tides Enwreathed In Scum And
Plunder Kraken-Teethed To Tear Asunder All Those Too Blind To
See...) Where The Tragic In Theory And Practice Meet Deranged,
Uncaged We Rage Like A Plague Through This Age
Of Greed Sowers Of Discord, Growing Wars To Reap A
Terrible Crop To Beat A Vicious Retreat Scorched Earth,
Rebirth Disintered In The Writhe Of The Lone Survivor Whose
Worth Is Worse Than The Curse Of Sardonicus Choking
On His Own Saliva Who Shares The Last Laugh
Now Dead Wedded Fates Fulfil Their Vows? Foot In Mouth
Of Sacred Cows Facedown In Dust And Poisoned Ground...
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