The winter winds
From summer's sunsets blow
The dew is gone
A sheaf of ash in folds upon the branches and the leaves
And cracks across the ground
The gods are gone
The cowards bear the cross in hiding
You couldn't bear your mortal skin
Your children rising up again
You stuck your claw in the world's throat
You gave up life for immortal hope
Your weeping noise at the hint of sin
Your fathers falling down again
Once again you are gathering up the rope
Once again you are faithless, your god invoked
Beckoning the end
The morning is a respite for the soul
Choir of the damned
We echo songs of angels with burning coal
You sold away
The world that your god had given you
The solar ray
The Aten of our lymphatic tissue
I've danced in the ether
I've stolen from the gods
My molars grind with scarlet fever
Consumption of the gastropods
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