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Spit forth black soul. Spit forth white soul.
Eyes like hot coals. Hellfire forged ire ore
bathed in light from on high.
Beak cracks eggshell ushering cosmic synthesis.
Omniscient stretched thin through ebb of space-time.
Thread strung sewing folds of flesh as patchwork reality.
Gnawing void. Vacancy consumption.
Rape of spirit. Rape of vessel.
Beak cracks shell. Bird fights way out of egg.
Hallowed and accursed names buried deep in lost tomes,
preserved upon shelf to embrittle and decay with age.
Above the sun. Under the moon.
Under the sun. Above the moon.
All-God forgotten—frees self from womb.
Two heads: cock and lion. Body of man.
Scorpion-footed serpent legs Logos and Nous.
Clutched in right: flail. In left: shield.
Domes peeled back at throat. Stones gently placed in larynxes.
Jedem das seine.
The beak cracks the shell.
The bird fights its way out of the egg.

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from That Which Whets the Saccharine Palate, released February 27, 2020

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