The desires of self enshrined from naked cell the single combatant drowned its kin
I am confused that you chose to divide in primordial brine god and man in coitus
I fear you regret this separation prized asunder spent epochs reconciling
spiritual flesh hood ouroboros sacrifice at the steps of Tenochtitlan the debt of life was paid
I have trod the road to Golgotha saw no lamb on a cross saw the beguiled peoples raise the throne above their heads
of a kingdom hewn of heavens welts and abscesses seeking recompense for their transgresses
to ascend this endeavour through arboreal birth canal From which the corpse king Adoni does breach
willingly they held Horus’s seed and fawning disciples plead for the bleating facsimile to usher in the end
proffer each cut each weeping wound give of ourselves to the son of sky
baptismal blood of Anup will wash his head refuse temptation to live and lap at his falsities
it is in the needing the creeping digits claw each thieving mile for the virulent word
‘I am the way’ they ruck ungraciously all frenzied flock to the lowest pit
You should be ashamed You are perverse
The Sentinel has seen the rise and fall of every nation of the earth, has watched false prophets and demi gods exact their ideology upon all peoples. Yet every act seems counterintuitive. Every sermon against the nature of us. Why even form, why exist if the prize of eschatological cults is always the kingdom of death? It is disgusted by every selfish act.