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The Next Configuration: The Call
I sit enthroned in darkness
My seat made of skull and bone
A tyrant made a god
Clenching my first
Until all hope is gone
The voices inside the box
Tell me of pleasure and pain
Flesh pleasures on the rod
The wretched screams
Of players in my game
Blood on the walls, hear the lamenting call
The burning wicks, defy the crucifix
Pentagrams by candle’s light
With the smell of fresh dug graves
Corpses hung in neat rows
The town children,
They float on bloody waves
Stains on the walls, hear the lamenting call
Daughters and sons, feed configurations
Chains on the walls, hear the lamenting call
Leather and hooks, and the promise forsook
Bound by the laws
Of the Leviathan
The Lord of the Labyrinth
Beckons to me
To devour the weak
A pack made with death magic
Sorcery, so black and true
Strengthens as demons grow
Within my veins
Affirming me with truth
I have become more
More than man
Angels whisper my name
In jealousy as I
Spit in the face of God
Lord on the walls, hear the lamenting call
Refuse to act, but you cower in fact
Cross on the walls, hear the lamenting call
Hollow icon, Christ is just a dead son
In holy halls, hear the lamenting call
Fall on deaf ears, angels cower in fear
Unholy maws sing the lamenting call
No salvation, the configuration
My seat made of skull and bone
A tyrant made a god
Clenching my first
Until all hope is gone
The voices inside the box
Tell me of pleasure and pain
Flesh pleasures on the rod
The wretched screams
Of players in my game
Blood on the walls, hear the lamenting call
The burning wicks, defy the crucifix
Pentagrams by candle’s light
With the smell of fresh dug graves
Corpses hung in neat rows
The town children,
They float on bloody waves
Stains on the walls, hear the lamenting call
Daughters and sons, feed configurations
Chains on the walls, hear the lamenting call
Leather and hooks, and the promise forsook
Bound by the laws
Of the Leviathan
The Lord of the Labyrinth
Beckons to me
To devour the weak
A pack made with death magic
Sorcery, so black and true
Strengthens as demons grow
Within my veins
Affirming me with truth
I have become more
More than man
Angels whisper my name
In jealousy as I
Spit in the face of God
Lord on the walls, hear the lamenting call
Refuse to act, but you cower in fact
Cross on the walls, hear the lamenting call
Hollow icon, Christ is just a dead son
In holy halls, hear the lamenting call
Fall on deaf ears, angels cower in fear
Unholy maws sing the lamenting call
No salvation, the configuration
Published 10th Sep 2014
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10th Sep 2014 6:07am
10th Sep 2014 6:09am
10th Sep 2014 4:35pm
A great, honest write here Hades.
The speech is very descriptive
and the style cool as shit.
It's good to be reading again.
Pan
The speech is very descriptive
and the style cool as shit.
It's good to be reading again.
Pan
11th Sep 2014 4:33am
11th Sep 2014 5:54am
Very good poem. I love that it is a lengthy poem instead of just a 4 or 8 line excerpt. Reading it aloud was very satisfying, I enjoy the rhyme scheme and dark tone of script.
11th Sep 2014 6:36am
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