The Almighty Dead

The paradise corpses filled
Descending sober warmth of tears
Desolation with never-ending nights accompanied…
A darkling crawled into a heart,
Another to a brain…
Tell thy God to dwell
Or back to seventh hell,
Made a coffin,
Buried being killed.


Trash’s what they say,
Dead’s what thee pray,
Cerebral assassin’s crossroads led my way
And beheld
The almighty lynch…
Crept darkness to the bosom so cold,
Blacked out senses in the remnants.
The brothel of lives is amissed now
Nights to be worshiped all day.


Ichor dried as all colors fade,
Gloom poured as rain,
For lost is heaven’s throne.
Pity the world from the Virgin Island
Clad in the memories of a slayer
I wander in the warmth of my tears alone…
Dark clouds in the dark sky for none to care
A darkling I worship now,
For God is dead.