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



One the forest 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



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



Sorched 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 poisened ground