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I’ve seen the altar grief

Burned out in the pallor of disbelief

Death-fires dance and glow

Flicker in the pass, through wind and snow

I’ve fallen down to the ground; a secret ministry that moans and cries like a choir

Swept up in apotheosis; a procession all under the Banner of Saturn.

And you can’t turn back; it’s never up

Because the trail runs blind: meandering, disfigured.

I’ve never heard tell, of such a Penrose Mount forlorn,

Where ten-thousand shattered, deformed horizons burn

Relinquished Desire: Axis of Extinction turns

The fevering, the bone ground down

Macerated, Incandescent urns.

And painted slate-black, Fate, stunned yawns

With the pale promise of the descent, fades, new dawns

And the cold atrophied bodies, who were guides, Unburdened by their lives

Wandering, sing

From the firmament, one-by-one, crippled testaments…

Fallen, Frozen, Landmarks: Libations to the Summit.

Plunged into the numbing torchlight

The Resolute Apostle enthralled

To witness unforgotten torment

And breath deep the Martyrs’ awn

Dispatched the paraphernalia; both vicar and victim are those who gaze long

Where Descent and Ascent are self-same: throw the thoughts out, and a World withdraws.

To peer no further

The needle touches

The praying prophets outstretched and inscribed

Demanded penance, from Butchers’ hands

Unburdened by Humiliation

A Maze of eyes

Frozen alive

A myriad of Rats in the night sky

Mutilated, bodies are seething

All in flames, kowtow to the Khrystal.

I’m holding court, with the Other creatures

Burned in effigy to the Other gods.