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There exist thirsts which cannot be slaked.
A channel opens through which all earthly matters
disappear: are swallowed as stone in chasm.
A construct of man acts as eye of providence
and that gaze gnaws the very fabric of.
Feasts in famine. Fasts in splendor.
Veils thinned by phases of moon.
Raw sigil and moniker: ripest of fruits
baptized in the discharge of divine rhetorics.
Birth of bastard god rife for favor and condemnation.
Anoint this nameless congregation in offerings begot of infantile flesh.
A Heaven stilted above Hell looming with feigned grandeur:
built on the choking gasp, fluid, and broken spines of smothered fools.
Preach guilt and shame with no promise of end times.
Penance of existence wallowing in self hatred and flagellation.
Curbed temperance and admonished solecisms.
Scoffed at pressure of eternal hands.
Charter and scroll drawn in bloods let
before infernal assemblages atop crumbling altars.
Incense inhalation; hallucinatory essences.
Pledge separations from torso.
Celestial bodies align conjuring silhouettes.
An invocation of many selves harnessed;
shackled within scriptural bounds.
Rumored truths in tablet and rune.
Templates foretold caste in deepest well.
Faith-based readings woven throughout forlorn texts.
Hack and slash heathen theses.
Breath life into interpretations of ill intent.

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

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