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- - - THE LAST UTTERANCE OF THE NAZARENE - - -
A curse upon a fallen star
Wormwood has come
To witness the demise
The downfall, the collapse
Holy martyrs suffer
To revel in your pathetic cries
Crucify another prophet
And walk the path to Absu
Turbulent waters beckon me
Spawning forth from the chaos
Sacrifices are dragged to pits
To await the
Blade separating flesh
Stripped, fed to carrion
The great beast awakens
I can wear His skin, becoming blessed
I murder thy crows
Drown in their shadow
Sacrilegious flames
Flicker from below
Finality in fatality
In frailty of mortality
The enemy and abnormality
Casting the first stone
Pure darkness enthroned
When the wolf doth maim
Carved in blood and bone
The incantation of fire
In reverence
They utter my station
Faustian lullabies
Malice drips from their tongues
With virgins offered for damnation
Drag another disciple here
A lost sheep before the slaughter
Show him the way of sufferance
To bleed for the unclean masses
Surely, in league with Lucifer
My severance
Tempt the hordes of angels
Heaven’s tainted spires
Glow with piss in the sun
While thou own blasphemous host mangles
Love at first blight
Behold crowns of thorn
Fit on the deathborn
A god before man
In the winter morn
Finality in fatality
In frailty of mortality
The enemy and abnormality
Pounded into paste
Morals of unchaste
The desolate sands
Make haste and lay waste
The mirror reflects a monster
Or is it just really a man
Disguised as a wolf in vile skin?
Lead me home into the darkness
The corruption of purity
Will not touch me
Again before descent
Deathcraft and nightly cunts
Twist in throes together
With the unwanted and goddamned
Crucify another prophet
And walk the path to Absu
Turbulent waters beckon me
Spawning forth from the chaos
My spear pierced the side of Jesus
His agony
Was the sweetest laments
And the last utterance
Of Christ, the Nazarene
Was tortured cries far beyond ‘Amen”
Corpse dragged through the streets
Worthless sack of meat
Not fit for the dogs
Prowl to feast on shit
Finality in fatality
In frailty of mortality
The enemy and abnormality
I will not speak words
Reserved for the herds
Blindly follow God
To carrion birds
The last words that
Wasn't worth spittle
On parched lips
"I will not
I will not
I will not
Suffer
For
You"
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 3rd Nov 2016
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