Now that I have touched the land
Worn but valiant at last
Lay my umbra at the gate
It can't follow anyway
Then veer off their path of lies
Hide in the cloak of night
For to bear the guise of none
Restful equilibrium
I will remember everything
Faded yet strong enough to read
All these letters of my life
Tell-tale marks of insight
The most early visions
Opaque renditions of religion
Washed over my nescience
The benediction - I still taste the incense
Decretum
We were ones to be loved
But on what conditions
Piety
Having me trusting in none
But those who owned me
City walls
Shielded all from the storms
That would never reach us
Enemies
Whom to kill
When there is only us and ideas
They claw with sullied hands
On false proving grounds
Shun the lesser man
Who will partake with them
In mock diligence
Through the trodden plains
Arrogance vile
Corrupted means of righteous life
Mannequins cry
For submission - for my heart to die
Wretched at spring
Failed beginning
When will it cause
Final downfall
Autumnal spree
Time to be free
If only for
Three lunations
Coveting grey
Romantic frills for drunken preys
Hounded, betrayed
By a mad God and their urge to sway
Owe no credo
Safe from ethos
Non serviam
I need no one
Draw the contours
Of my telos
Cross the welkin's
Silver linings
On amber winds soar my fancy and dreams
Known yet elusive their sheen
Graven in stone is decision and fear
Treating the crown of the king
Past draperies of discovery
Beauty and reason entwine
Poised as I halt at the questioning
What in my being am I
How to proceed from designed certainty
How to reveal what is wrong
God is anathema to the one who sees
I choose to behold alone
Learning the parsimony of spirit
Burning to ashes the greed I nursed
Turning all honesty left towards me
Journeying closer to my birth
I fled decades ago
For the barren snow
To weather, to know
Pain - no foe for a friend
No terse argument
A mere place to end
Now and forevermore
My tears will be salt
To the earth they hoard
See it crawl, wither
Serpents all slither then
Eating on them
Nemesis
It is me, waiting here
Ever near
Heaven scorns them
Venal, flawed saints
I am the thorn to their pride
And they scream
Kick and plead, bleeding
For signs of their God
Poison reigns
Good is feigned, scripted
Who did deceive who
Purpose gone
Virtue known by no one
Hell is done
An era falls
Chimera principles
Antediluvian codes
Fierce winter, black horizons
Frost knifing through the violence
Unsparing sinner riddance
Here among faithful minions
Mortal messenger of dire turmoil
Demonstrating with ease how they coil
Once divided as masters and servants
Then united in death's own insurgence
Learning the parsimony of spirit
Burning to ashes the greed I nursed
Turning all honesty left towards me
I am so near, I can feel worth
Steadfast is the candle
Through the arctic fields
Glowing ever brighter
Blanketing me tighter
With each tread I leave
Definition finer
As the flame climbs higher
With each mist I breach
Medusa
Greets me
Deep within the shrine
Of a wearied mind
Medusa
Frees me
From the measureless
Prison of the flesh
The most early visions
Opaque renditions of religion
Washed over my nescience
The benediction - I still taste the incense
Decretum
We were ones to be loved
But on what conditions
Piety
Having me trusting in none
But those who owned me
City walls
Shielded all from the storms
That would never reach us
Enemies
Whom to kill
When there is only us and ideas
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