Towers draining light

Onto peasants' feet

Graze amongst the cattle

Broken mouths too weak

Open prayers of loss

Vomit to their feet

Wishing for an end

The slaughter has begun



Fight the frame of remorse

Innner discursion lost

These deadly lucid dreams

Escape me



Rake the skin, stain it black

Bleach the burning face

Braying through the night

Shatter through the day

Too painful were his hands

To be forgiving of the guilty

A grasp too tight to fight

The slaughter has begun



He is the one with the branded mark

Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart



Lie to me



He is the one with the branded mark

Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart



Branded

Remorse

Slaughter

Fall fast



Bile drapes the towers

Light begins to cease

Watch the towers fall

Onto peasants' feet



He is the one with the branded mark

Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart



Fight the frame of remorse

Inner discursion lost

These deadly lucid dreams

Escape me