the howling light - Modern Dead

a bad seed a seed spat into the gutter there is light at the end of this tunnel you have fallen here with me with me with me, now there is freedom within entropy if there is no loss within death there is no fear recurrence all is seasonal you are a repetition of an ancient pattern, there was no beginning and there will be no end time is an hourglass flipped by an unseen hand savage garden. as you ascend unto greater heights and your brothers and sisters are choked of the light it is the nature of the game folie à deux tears upon the alter. blood upon the alter. MY BLOOD flowing within your veins now. accept my blackened eucharist ever-faithful. the blood is the life, o thou who art forsaken by all. the venom pours forth from the serpents teeth and into you, jesus wept. flayed alive the wounds are fed salt, know thyself as I know thee. you will never receive my gift o unworthy one. thou art charred and blackened by the flame of your own filth, flames of passion, sickly love. she shall remain (within the jaws of ceaseless and starved time) does pride in the face of damnation bring you terrible joy? you've spat in mine. you will not be receiving this. I've received invitation into your temple of sorrow. sorrow begets sorrow. you will fade to no more than a passing sorrow in this whilst I alone am raised up into divine rapture born of devotion. I feed . I procreate, all hail to the new church ,-- all hail to the lord of howling light. my blood drawing the life from yours, you sense the fire within the organism. this will be my only gift to you, seething traitor. I bind you in knots of three, soaked in my pain. you are cast into the darkness. this I promise you, you will not see the light. hear me wail hear me wail hear me wail hear me cry hear me wail hear me rage hear me wail hear me wail