The Seraphim Veil

this touch is pure

ordained from the highest order above

through the shadow of the needle's eye of my own

camelot glow

mammon gushes at my offering of stillborn hope rotting

within me

devouring youth while my millstone rings hollow

enter my temple where the cleric begets swine

purity is rape and salvation is genocide

your home is a grave

spare no children

spare no one

savage heathen will conform to the sanctity of life

(sweet flesh)

sweep the soil clear of the cradle boards

vital and ripe for siege and blight (sweet animal

flesh)

traded the manitou for the goldmine

through the cracks in the stained glass I can see

a dancing ghost of atrocity through the hanging tomb

inverted spectacles of torment

without the veil of the unfurled flag I see

slaughter-bound human freight in waiting

lashes upon the back

inverted brand upon the chest

lord knows I have a pale glow

I can't just take off my halo

even as I stand on your grave

it's still a master and a slave

The land is cleared to stack my house of cards

my ossuary palace reduced to shards

there voices fall upon deaf ears on the the side of the

veil

buried by law from Wounded Knee To Warsaw

they saw a prismatic justice awaits us all

the only reparation is reclamation

spare no children

spare no one