Basilice Zolah
I have learned how to dance between the lines of life and death. On my neck I carry all the world’s crosses. It’s harder to carry those wings that cannot fly. Hey passenger, sell me your sin. I am broke. The Thanatos tickets are expensive. The feathers are getting heavier as they get soaked in tears of humankind. I am the true son of the God. As I collect all the worlds sins, I am the perfect candidate to pass through the gates of hell. The phantoms of what could have been, what never was, what you wish would happen, and what happened are kneeling in the four corners of the room. In the center is where you stand, freedom is right in front of you, teasing you, spitting in your face. Yet, you are too afraid to face it, preferring to dream about freedom while sleeping instead. Wake up, fool! Face your slavery. The winners are those who drink the wine, yet the cowards are those who fill the grails. Eyes are blinded by the eclipse, you saw the future. Mind is blooming with poppies , reject the future. Amethyst tears, you are done with future. I kept the image of my savior trapped in my ribcage, until it turned into a snake and bit my heart. Spell just one word wrong, and the planets will change their order. See what happens. I am dancing among the flames, wearing a crown, king of kings. What is happening? Am I already in hell, or am I just a phoenix? The devil by my side, leading me through the flames, until I am waiting for my wings to regrow so that I can finally break my vow. The cryptic stigma of the doctrines charisma is forming their mind. Persecuted pilgrim,the haze will hide me from the bloody Crusade, as my ship leads me to the void of the unknown. Holy confessions shape the mountain downwards. And at it’s core is where the devil dwells. His limbs outstretched, the branches are blooming, delicious forbidden fruits. His eyes are wide, inward focus. His jaw dropped lifelessly, I can decipher the visions from the steam he exhales. Master, spare me. I am already drunk from the wine of forbidden fruits. Master, show some mercy, I came here to take your place. Is that the tree from which the cross of Jesus was made? My path lies through abyss. Don’t let your slaves drag me down into the void. Show me the chaos of all the things considered dead. Let me participate in the ritual of resurrection. Let the serpent reside on my shoulder as I paint red crosses on the heretics. Your roots are grown deeply into my heart. Let me take your place and the doves feed upon my liver. Let my chest bloom with the flowers of true sacrifice. Devil, let me prove that I am a son of God.Apr 17, 2021#vampire
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