Exercises in Futility IIThere is a style in total denial
A certain elegance of fear
Hesychasm is so much convenient
With the desert within ourselves
Stray dogs lead disciples of Oedipus
As the shrouds gently cover
Exquisite paroxysms of ruin
Further Down The Nest ILost between the razor traces
Scratched confidence
Found comfort in shadows black
Taking darkness for granted
Left open for what comes unseen:
It's beautiful horror, it's wondrous seeds of doubt
With Hearts Toward None IBetween the damned,
the pissed and the outright insane
Grand architects of failure,
sculptors of loss
No golden thrones to follow
No shrines of solace to seek
I shall erect myself over transience
With Hearts Toward None IIRepent! Repent!
For the LORD has risen
high and proud
His chariot drawn
by rats and vultures
And adorned
with heads of skeptics
With Hearts Toward None IIIThreshold wanderers
Death dwellers
Usucaptors in lands
of no hope and no grace
Preachers of the fall
Surveyors of the astray
In darkness and in ruin,
With Hearts Toward None IVAll hail reapers of hope
All hail the seer of confusion
To grind the sandstones of culture
And to reveal the true foundation
of terror and fevers
Under vigilant eyes
of watchdogs of psyche
With Hearts Toward None VBehold the high order abstractors
Anthropologists
and engineers alike
The virtuous, the chaste
Weaving new layers of oblivion
Behold the kings
and leaders of men
With Hearts Toward None VII call upon the name
of purificating angel,
Upon the name of strangling angel
Let the world drink again
fromthe fountains of the great deep
Let majestic springs erupt
upon the footsteps of men
Let the skies dim with clouds
With Hearts Toward None VIIHave ye courage, o my brethren?
Hte signs are everywhere.
Some did not see it coming,
others refused to see.
I can feel it in the tingle of the air,
in the heartbeat of the earth
And I can tell that the storm is
coming all down on me.