Blue Equinox

A man emerges from slaughtered sheep heads. The lip collector taxidermist carries the burden of creation, of the will.
Without a sackcloth to tie his thelema , his desire, the word of God.
Are there body parts at your door waiting to be eaten?

Escape through the darkness of the ideas conceived to bring light.

Altered consciousness as pure awareness. The ideals.
Grace, honor, praise, delight, here are day and night.
Free will based on a law, the hand of men stained with angel tears.
Remember the lake of blood, remember the white sheets, remember who you are.

Escape through the darkness of the ideas conceived to bring light.

Eat the glass in which you look upon.
Sing your psalms with bloody fists.
Decrepit fingers pointing all.
Conceived from the stabbing.

Raise your entrails as an offer.
Bring your freedom to chains.
Cattle footsteps, crooked nails.
The throne has died forever.

Caerimonia mentis, nigrum sol cuius lux vivit in omnis de nobis. Magister attollit manu.
Nos interficiam nostra.

The snow piles up in the corpses. By the equinox rain will fall.
Blinded by heaven, the trinkets you gave have all rusted down.

The cross has fallen in front of the eyes as a veil full of chips, spilled are the wine and the semen from the acolytes of the chained freedom.
The night sky drops its life on blades of grass, the reality reveals the scars. The lips are now sealed in the shards.