Bearing the weight of the Calvary Stone
Weighing the feet of the Pilgrims in turn
Scaring the Infidels, weight bearing down
Buried inside where no reason abides, in the Brain, in the Jaw
The burden, holy and pure.
Bearing the weight of the Calvary Stone
Placing your confusion into the hands of God
Waiting to confess and all impulses innocent
Weaving your contrary nature in the Cloth
Worn upon the Flesh of Sorrow
Thy time is nigh, your soul abide, your will will yield
To sorrowful crime. By time, realised, your fearful sight
would reveal this sacred Rot
Will burned away by the Prophetic Scourge
Burned away to a hollow portal
Coalesced with this Sapphic urge
Never to forget the art of Plato
Truth revealed in this millenial soul
Racing through the taste of its body's waste
Willing to attest to this heartfelt torture
Never to be ready in this tunneled place
Willing to be burdened by this Darkened Daughter
Truth revealed in this millenial hole
Wakened, my body burns for lips and tongue
As my body writhes, my soul decries this Heathen Paeon
As my body turns, my soul returns to complete this poem
As my body dies, writ across the skies, my need is burnt
Burdened in your name, you'll see naught
Destiny, you'll feel what horror is life
Bloody day, rot
Plaguing your belief is grief and fear of God
Waiting for relief but only cutting in yourself
Waiting to confess I reached this Path Untrod
Waiting to confess the horror
I've awakened, this Holy Act abayed, I seek its shelter
You really asked me to complete, this furious
Nefarious and disobeyed, your secret shadow
Floating upon Acheron's waves, your secret
Shall in the knowledge of the light of all hope as you pray, until complete is the Abyss of the Sun
Your fury is so hot I but hinder
Your animosity flows in a way, that it reaches the Heat of the Son
Burning all off but the Worried Sinner
Fey, your knowledge in this day, you feel this shudder
Compartemented, on display, you will become
Obsessed in pardon and escape, your disorder, your folly will betray'n
Heathen Tongue
Never to completely live: a bleak shadow
Never to completely leave allegiance
Never to completely live: your bleak shadow
Never to completely leave your legions
Never be complete, you'll never pray with your full soul and listen
Waiting in the prison that you'll never leave in heart
Waiting to complete this sacred Psalm and if thy soul will listen
'Twill never be replete as is this sacred soldier
Burdened, my body yearns, for whips and tongs
As my body writhes, my soul denies this Heathen Paeon
As my body burns, my soul returns to complete this poem
As my body lies, writ across the skies, my need is burnt
Burdened in your name, you'll see what horror is life
Bloody day, as I sleep in rot, shadows rode the feelings of
The Sabbath God's difference from your Ein-Sof
The righteous feel of pain, nothing to relieve you of all of the feelings of gothic hearth
To never want again, taken in the Calvary of….
Placing your confusion into the hands of God
Waiting to confess and all impulses innocent
Weaving your contrary nature in the Cloth
Worn upon the Flesh of Sorrow !
