THE PSYCHOPOMP: Deaf To The Siren's Hail

from GNOSIS - A Sorrower's Odyssey by PROPHETIC SCOURGE

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Wait, 'fore acquiescence is decided, now hear this Siren's Name
No destiny derided, on this day
Hold on deathly threshold fierce: finally not ready to go
Fated or destined lifting the shroud waiting fearless for this avowal
Of promise of Death's hand belayed Bargain for mercy, for help, to evade
Fierce this destiny - ripping the shroud - a contract for the recently devoured

Bodies of the Dead, waiting, their souls in the Psychopomp's cell
Bleeding and festering, unhear their fear in silent screams, the Siren's hail

Uncorporeal disdain, detested and derided will I pray
"Please let them all return in an holistic state, I'll pay what you've demanded"

Written in the Hall of Gods, in this red, bosom's-ink, in my folly unrealised, I have yet time to think
Pleading, and crying, in vain. I haggle with non-corporeal disdain
Last chance, to give it all a Name, to cast off this beach of moral gray

Bodies of the Dead waiting, 'til now in the Psychopomp's cell
Bleeding and festering, hear your fear in silent screams , the Siren's hail

Waiting till completion of this bloody superstition of a Guide of Souls
Hands crossed with gold in desperate vein, a seeking to see if Gods would uphold
A Bargain to make Death's folly vain, to seek in the sea of knowledge a dole
Of meaning

My body yearning for solace, a returning to innocence
So I can't hear the Sirens, obstruct my Ears

When Body strives to unhear the screams, a little part of me dies
Obstructed hearing, my grief stricken inside, and entreat an order to life
Frivolous, blustering, I seek meaning inside of me
A trade to abate this hurt
And in confusion, of loose ends to tie, I'll attempt to prolong his life

Deaf to the Psychopomp and her Epochal Lips
Her Song of Grief and Pain I am wont to resist

With bloody drive, I immure all my pain, a little part of me dies
Yet with disheartening Caresses, she breaches the Walls, forcing me to confess this
This Bargain's void, no release from the pain, and no way to avoid
This impotent distress, as I refuse to acknowledge my lack of influence

Fierce the Fire of Pain. I haggle with non-corporeal disdain
Last chance, to give it all a Name, cast off this beach of moral gray

Bodies of the Dead waiting, their souls in the Psychopomp's cell
Bleeding and festering, unhear their fear in silent screams, the Siren's Hail

Uncorporeal disdain, detested and derided, I pray
"Please let them all return in an holistic state, I'll pay what you've demanded"

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from GNOSIS - A Sorrower's Odyssey, released October 29, 2021

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