Made As The Stale Wine Of Wrath

A glory that shines in every atrocity

Reveals itself in every vile act

Cleans itself in despondence

And the pit known only to broken men

Deafening are its secrets

Again attacking sanctity

With blasphemy and fornication

A law written as it is spoken

Past crooked lips

And the pit known only to broken men

Deafening are its secrets

Every particle of hatred

Sends direct for convocation

This world is for death

Parched and barren

Conduit to the suffering of the universe

And the grasp of its destructiveness

Cannot slumber

From this pit of degradation

Eyes, tongue and sword

Suckle at the honey

Sour, dejected and wretched

Risen above the calls of the flesh

Tearing deeper

Tearing deeper

And again the massive conspiracy against all life

No air

No exit

Futility is the first gradual

Then utter

All are, at once, taken to the destroying place

And under the crossroads

To keep the corpses down