Raging Idols

Stinking streams of burning blood
This rotten incense of lowliness
Torn from undying sin
Curled around my heart
This night of nights forevermore
A fervent darkness inflamed
Beneath the stare of raging idols
The heaving mass moans
Cast inward, toward the depths
Lurk horrors before my altar
Thus I see
And swarm as a tide of locusts
Choking a thousand throats
In me, through me, of thee!
The unbowed tree, of putrid fruit
In me, through me, of thee!
Spreads the shining venom of god
Twisted hope
Broken and made anew
Communion
Of broken blades
Stinking blood
And ashen mouths
Hopeless
Boundless
Eyeless
I am the serpent’s tongue
Dragon-blooded, fire-veined
Devouring beast of burning waters
The fervent darkness inflamed