Relics at Foot of Throne

from by Rue of A-dam



Descend from highest throne
And behold
The lion lies slaughtered
Heart impaled by teeth of knowledge
Eyes pecked by crow of wisdom
Might lost, aura of glory gone
Its blood stains the soil
For it is poison that detests the living
Robs their ways and kills the being
Oppressing code that has defiled bloodlines
Has come to an end through its demise

The carcass set a flame
Burning sun erase the thought
Vultures carry the bones
To all corners of existence
The lion bellows no more

Ascend to highest throne
And hearken
All is silent except the rumble
In meandering horizon
The veils of reality are torn
The age of Cosmos from the ashes born


from Exhalation of Mass Graves, released May 7, 2012



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