I knew deep eyes

Of a distant Christ

Were scarred from afar under starry lustre

Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice

Perverting Virtue

Enslaving grace

Behind the glittering mask of pride

Saving face finding thorns to pierce His side

Desire, the fire

Spread hell throughout my soul

And higher the wire

The more I sought control

Straining from the leash in exultation

Head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs

The global scent of fornication

A writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues

I whispered schemes to dreamers then

To pursue an Eden

That screamed of me supreme again

As my world bloomed

So too the moon

Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan

Mahalaleel and Jared blew

Perverting virtue

Enslaving grace

Behind the slippery guise of lies

Saving face making waves to drown their faith

Messiahs, Pariahs

Aeons reversed the two

This higher, their spires

The more cursed grew their roots

And suffering...

I swept cruel seas

On the galley of the shadow of death

A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon

A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on

The coast of Menses

Discharged from celestial wombs

A first degree murder of ravens

Followed in fugue through the crack of doom

The Goat of Mendes

I set regime

In the galley of the shadow of death...

Angels in raiments

As pure as coal

Taking their payments

In tortured mortal souls

A bold direction

The abyss edge

But on cold reflection

One they warmed to nonetheless

As they preyed the paths of the righteous

Through the myth of thistled orchard floors

Bearing gifts of plenitude, for

The apples of the Lord were rotten to the core

Temptation, my ambassador

Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero

All begged of Me for more

Down dark steps of history

I waged war with a heaven

I could not see...

Beyond my wildest fantasies

Throwing sixes over deadly sin

I traded whose who played to win

Skin for precious kin...

And that that wormed within

Staining the reams of revelation

Etching ever-afters in accursed verse

The limpid rags of resurrection

From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed

Desire, the flyers

Spread hell throughout their souls

And higher the fire

The more I held control

11. Doberman Pharaoh

To and fro, through freeze and thaws

From zenith to nadir

The universal tug of war

Saw lines drawn in the sands appear

Divisions of a promised land

And Hell for those that dwelt

Beneath a Pharaoh's granite hand

Where death wed something else

Millennia swam passed

Since the covened Ark

Ran aground on Ararat...

But anew, tempered shadows grew

Out of Midian, strewing fear

Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms

Led a desert son to sear

From the palace orchard I espied...

(Where swooning trees and moonless beams vied

For the painted eye of the royal bride

Whose gliding curves were deified)

...beyond Her grace where love would die

Wretched destiny arrive

Back and forth the prophet came

Riddled with a tongue of plagues

That would render might Egypt lame

If the rage of God stayed unassuaged...

I listened with a heavy heart

But unveiled to the threats

This Hebrew in a jackal's mask

Would dredge into effect

Thenceforth the Nile reddened

s if Set stretched His hand

To beset the damned

And bruised with flies

The skies grew leadened

But these miracles, feared

Were all but reared

By nature, whose law alone

Stood that revered

This hysteria passed, but still the mark

Of Yahveh burned on in the dark

One final time, on the steps to the shrine

Of Thoth, I twined with fate

"Let my people go"

"Still my word is no"

"Then Death shall be the deciding plague"

Since the crimes divine I left behind

I'd warred with every tribe that plied

In holy vestament, but with time

Bored sore of clawing what was mine

I laid my bones and made my throne

With a view to paradise

Thenceforth the heavens deafened

As if great beasts

Were unleashed to feast on man

And with carrion span

Michael was weaponed

To descend with scorn

A dark reform

Through Pi-Ramses

Skinning mine and Her firstborn

Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark

Of Yahveh, bleeding in the dark

With nauseous dawn, a cry, forlorn

Unified from plazas deep

The prophet's curse

Far worse had worked

To wrest the war in me from sleep

Drowned in light, a downward light

Bathed the snaking exodus

Through the wilderness

As the Aeons crept

Impressed with fresh bloodlust

14. Mannequin

Led to other worlds
By the girls she curled within
I took their skins to see Her
Be my
Be my mannequin

I cannot remember
How it was that we first met
Curve of moon and haunted shore
The stars were not those Heaven sent

Did we come together
At masked palatial Balls
In silks and flesh and leather
Or did we come at all?
I dreamt a midnight castle
The eerie song of wolves
And eyes that danced with fire
As they have forever more

Our rites of sin
Have long fathered a hymn
To burden Him
Whom by slip of after whim
At genesis
Dressed Her like the wind
In Autumn gowns
That pinned Her down
To be my
Be my mannequin

Always poised on winter
But never would She break
My lovecraft and black witch heart
That pounded in Her wake

We kissed on distant balconies
A law unto Her own
Thirteenth dark commandment
Of figures pressed to stone
Turning cream with fantasies
That God alone would know
We graced vomitorium
With the sweet excess of Rome

Flagrant into the past
Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead
languages

Led to other worlds
By the girls she curled within
I took their skins to see Her
Be my
Be my mannequin

I tongued the nuns at Louviers
But not one word possessed
Her divine right, an archetype
For mortal Goddesses...

Be my,
Be my,
Be my mannequin
Be my mannequin
Be my,
Be my,
Be my Mannequin

15. Thank God for the Suffering

I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May

'Neath whose rays we lay together

And those bright nights on glassy waves

When we would glide lightly away

From the grain

For wicked flights of pleasure

Those visions fade

Like ghosts to life's parade

Though incisions once made her so vivid

A scarlet whore

With both heels in the door

Of a heaven severed from me, insipid

And midst the writhe of parapets

Where angels sigh, lonely she sits

Upon the lip

Only a slip from whence I beg Her

That I would wish

Her kiss a chrysalis

To break to make my fluttered heart amiss

And in those frozen moments won

From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun

in drapes inwove with deathshead wing

I thank God for the suffering

Love would have conquered all

But for the Rapture

That ancient plan for my defeat

Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free

It seems again dreams wend to capture

Once dancing in a spotlit waltz

Through shadowed dimension

Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes

The world drifted by in lost momentum

With no divine intervention

Regardless that the author

Of sin was me and I

Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace

As Mortals warred with more besides

They warred with life itself

And in those frozen moments won

From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun

In drapes inwove with deathshead wing

I thank God for the suffering

And I thank God for the suffering

As still I burn

For Her return

I would make my peace with everything

I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May

Consigned to flames like secret letters

And midst the writhe of parapets

Where angels sigh, lonely she sits

Upon the lip

Only a slip from whence I beg her

That I would wish

Her kiss a chrysalis

To break to make my fluttered heart amiss

And in those frozen moments won

From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun

In drapes inwove with deathshead wing

I thank God for the suffering

Love would have conquered all

Were we not parted

Her splintered loss rekindles rage

The winter frost dwindles across my stage

Lit up once more to score finales started

Love would have conquered all

Love would have conquered...

Hate

16. The Smoke of Her Burning

Earth and sea cower from my screams

As I climb into the skies

Atop sins towered heaven high for me

From whence I see no reason why

I should not smite with vengeance

And hurl thieves down from paradise

For storms before were as nothing more

Than a breeze next to this night

I am Methuselah of the Tribulation

The Moonchild come to harm

A riot of stars shaken from their station

The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning

Six vices become wrath

And though half-blind with ravening

Like Phineus now I see

The end declared from the beginning

Love won through my defeat

But now I fear I will never peer

On Her radiance again

I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red

Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes

Betrayed and played by God

Who alone but He

Scapegraced and goated me?

Now I wish to piss on His parade

Angels, clawed with burnished wings

Still loyal, kiss the seal

Bent on knees and harrowing

Promise overkill

Know that you shall die like whores

And the cries of your writhings shall rise

To please their Lord...

So before the sword

Side with me in slaughter

I am Methuselah of the Tribulation

The Moonchild come to harm

The spoken horns of desolation

Drink the pouring of my fury

Those darkened waters spur

The brink of war as my judge and jury

And rapist executioner