he sword that you wield

For even the smallest body
And the faintest voice
Can ripple dimensions apart
Should their aim strike true enough

A single day
In two years of darkness



Tribulation

Phobos looms, gazing everlong
A ghastly visage, an unspeakable horror
Words escape me as my body trembles
Oppressed by fear, omen consummated

Deimos stalks behind, baring teeth
Ritual completed, harbingers avowed
Their desires will become our desires
Their virulence will become our bliss

Tyrants reforming feeble minds

Distorted wills, contorted in

Everlasting devastation
Cataclysmic manipulation

A struggle begins as flesh clashes with flesh
Thrashing carcasses, mindless, ravenous
No longer selves, but collective will
Desiring to crush all beneath their heels

Bodies coagulate into sinuous mass
Once life, now beyond meaningful form
Burning, fusing, reduced into dust
Billowing ashen winds blotting the sun

Tyrants reforming feeble minds

Distorted wills, contorted in

Everlasting devastation
Cataclysmic manipulation

All is torn asunder as life is stripped away
Crumbled stones are all that remain
Grim epitaphs to a failed species
Written with the blood of their offspring
This world lost itself in misery
To end in nothing but a whimper

All life is dust in the wind
All life is dust in the wind
All life is dust in the wind
All life is dust in the wind



What to do with the hearth
Deep inside the heart
Of the earth
That burns unconditionally
In waiting
For our return

Ιt still warms you
Light years away

What to do with the love
That is not asked, but given
How to reciprocate

And keep the unregulated flow of desire

Away from bonds and borders

This fire does not quench
But burns more
The greater the distance

It melts the inside
And the rising water
And the fleeing animals
And the dying crops
Yield

Listen to me, listen to me mother
The starlight calls

"Break away, my son
Out of this planet
But One Day
Return
And never forget
Keep the home fires alive"



Beacon of light, illuminate us
Burn away this oppressive darkness
So we may breathe in the elegance
Of the lives we have been given,
And of the life we can create

On a noble throne, she awaits
Gazing into the fathomless depths
Ever facing inwards, to the cradle
Where our existences began.

Patiently she has endured
years of provocation
At the behest of those
Who would see her kingdom ruined

Yet her veil of tranquil clouds
Which lies so gently
above her countenance
Conceals a storm of brilliant fire
One which cannot be quenched
By the hands of doomed men

One which cannot be quenched
By the feeble ways of old

She strikes across the sky
Glorious and unwavering
A righteous retribution
That shines for those who burned

Beacon of light, illuminate us
Burn away this oppressive darkness
So we may breathe in the elegance
Of the lives we have been given,
And of the life we can create

Brilliant beacon who oversees the stars,
Who flashes like lightning above the highlands,
Who splits apart the greatest of mountains,
Behold the glory of your righteous wrath.

Let your anger descend in shining conflagration
Let their transgressions become kindling for the blaze

And her veil of tranquil clouds
Which lies so gently
above her countenance
Conceals a storm of brilliant fire
One which cannot be quenched
By the hands of doomed men
One which cannot be quenched
By the feeble ways of old

She strikes across the sky
Glorious and unwavering
A righteous retribution
That shines for those who burned