Flesh is but the altar

Whimpering in its retardation
A psychotic mute
Chemically saturated yet malnourished
With sunlight in its eyes
Talking to the god in its head
As service for a devils heart
Confesses of old skin
Peeled from the fold
And double backed in obscurity.
Rested innocence acts on the hilt
Restless innocent act
Tireless, unsleeping, wearing a Cheshire gurn
Fuelled by drugs and occultism
Carving feet from rabbits in deeper burrows
Than this hole I'll bury the sinners in
Below me
An entire crowd of targets
Not even worthy of the title victim
They're just fertilizer or component
Pieces of ritual waiting to be sawn, or sewn, or strewn
To appease my fantasies of saintly knowledge
Murdered until hallucination begets sense
Rationality of deception
Fitting epileptic, convulsion worship
Ascension to pinnacle
Peak for the drop off
Castrated in Union with divinity
To the all and all that is of the all
Blessed be in sanctity
For Gaia, Thoth, Borain and Izule
Limb and mind and heart and blood
Granted foresight is my reward
So caught I shall never be
Forever ahead
Never surprised
Altar red stained of consciousness fading
Vital force removed
Creation of ghosts
In wait for the never incarnate
Pray voices pray with me
It is said that I am of the gods
By god's whom I have learned to hear
Now taught through persistence to listen
Intent becomes necessity
I have saved the heart of devils
And keep the hell's overflow at my side
Taming the monsters
In a cage of emptiness
To which I have attached
Wrinkled marks of the stillborn
Comatose for karma
Tending daisies as fetishism
Another order ordained by the highest law
Crucify the desire of wet urge
In penitence hanged
A daughter to all now call it hope
Thirteen knots
One less archetype to satisfy
Plunging needle-like
Into my temple
That distilled of plants
Saturation deistic syndrome
Poppy blooded servitude
For flesh is but the altar
Of my spirit's penitence