back to wilderness

There's blood on the streets
Don't you remember how we used to drink water to quench our thirst?
pure and sanctified.

grease

He kept his gaze fixed at her thigh
as she moved in a sluttish grace
she looked at him with a curious something
and the crazy man ceased to do her.

fallen angel

That woman in red
is an immaculate whore from a bloody ritualistic lake of fire
offering wine to them rats
her new firm.
she's got enough capital to get started.

Frequency in action
habitual rituals
the fading lantern
deteriorating morrow
freezing stillness
a tongue collapse
collision

is there a word close to death?

Latent armies of my ancient prophet
i predicted mayhem
when the last cloud in the sky
reached the spotless mount of our holy gods
i heard the glass break,
into a thousand vagabonds
who exactly do what i do,
who exactly see as i do.
can you tell me if you're one of us?
so that i can unveil the secret schemes to you
in His oracular presence.