An ovinomancer is standing above my head with a smile upon his dead face
Death scythe in hand and suffocating breath
I look back and gaze upon his bald skull - temptation galore in his lost eyes
A lodge of horns juts from his head
His body is wrapped in the clothes of the dead, requiem for the past and future
I feel him, I feel him close. I hear him
Sweeping into my bodice - quite a marvel indeed - as he steals my breath
This birdman of life and sovereign to death
Meretricious soothsayer of what is to come, and what will vouch to reappear
In my last moments he whispers me his secrets
And I understand for once that this life I’ve thought true is nothing but my fantasy
Get it on, holding back, quaffing existence
It’s amazing how he can read people like this, and how we can read him
I’ve imagined Hell before, but never like this
Brainless to a land where everything requires intelligence, what a paradox
Trapped among scholars of life and death
But everything here is dead, and promise to leave this hellhole is always evident
So lost in promise, for ‘tis true He’s the master of lies
And this atheistic soul I possess saves me but only some, for I am not tortured
But this necromancer I never believed existed, either
I sit upon a burning star and look down from my satellite above the rest
For some reason I have been spared their misery

Think of this
Ophidian in the stronghold
One cold summer
With ice on the windows of fate
It was here once
Dona in this life
Nobis to the many
Pacem in this quaffed existence
Don’t think
Just
Nobis harry
Sick in this world
But what a word
Toot toot toot
Your horn in the wind
In this cold summer
I know not what is to come of these flowers

She sits alone in the basement sifting through memories
She’s crazy
What do you think of her doctor?
I think she needs religious attention
What can I do I don’t have any money?
Then I guess we’ll have to take you instead
Set your head here, make this sacrifice
In swine’s blood, I hold thee to God’s will
And lops off the head with a knife concealed in his crucifix
What is yours is mine, what is mine is not yours
And upon breaking the bread, Christ said: “Eat me.”
But he knew what was to come
And drained his blood from his veins
For the sins of man
And twelve men drank his juice
And breathed his air
Forsaken

Drip from the waterspout
Drip drip drip drop
Splash onto forbidden ground
Drip clear, drip red
Drip onto these flowers here
Seep into the soil
And pollute the land with your root
Quicksand here in this garden
Don’t preen the rose
For it is falling under
Never be there a rose without a thorn
Nor shall never be there a man without a story
A story is only as good as words
So what of the mute?
Listing to the end with hate of others
Who speak carefree
Unknown of their gift
A cancer that breeds and feeds over time
It is patient
And bounces this card back to your hand
A firewalker forbidding your days
Leaking your dreams
Alluring your desire

But he takes from me what is most precious, and offers no remorse
He has abolished my will, cradling my hate
Dona nobis pacem we sing, but our words are lost in our grief
Total nobis pacem - equitable to life
But we are mute, and He likes it that way, for what good is life to him?
What good is free will and self suffrage
Why should he care whether he rules over the dead rather than the living
The dead ask fewer questions
Not because we are dead, but because we cannot speak
And that is why there is no remorse in this forgotten land
Surely someone is waiting for me on the Otherside
I hope, but I can only wait until the Gates take me to their side
May she remember me and not find someone new
May someone remember me!
My fear before death was dying
My fear after mortem is this endless existence
Dona nobis pacem
But I can only think these words
I am forever silent