Heavens Die

Death thrust this avalanche

the gnostic tears have failed

to recover me from Rimbaud

resurrected to get laid

emotionally disqualified

to kill the liquid sky

I'm on the path to clandestine (god make heavens die)

Inaugurations of my love

sanctify the few

the accursed will share

insects crawling over you

euthanasia can rise

time told by the sun

submit to leather menace

and turning of sands are done

Bury it in a nameless grave

Heavens Die !