Corvidae and the brilliant high

molding this mess of of a beast into something, what I have no idea only the God knows now

So the eye is but a myth and its perception is dream
hollowed out by the living glory from the center
working its feeder to the clean save for the lingering strings too resilient to give up the ghost
Did we forget our true inheritors
All is carrion and below, so we sew separate seeds to the hunger of the wind
blood is not as thick and we are drunk on the last real man
Raise the carrion crow and tie him to the burning heart of Jesus
with the appearance of a sky not red enough
the hesitation of a desperate man born of no woman
whipped and brutal feral and morose
lest we shiver and feed the murder
lest we lie down and are fed as we once fed
the bluest black sharp and its bite as razor can not
to dart left and leap downward drawn faithfully to the divine dish
of human make be it dream all dream
polished fine and decked out dirty and straight
such seamless smoke and the heart pumping liquer lighted linger
so much for goodbyes all can not be contained as delicatly as this
bubbles were meant to be popped as all virgins pinned
bloodied and wrecked so tender the scalping of moonight
Only for the Corvidae a crown
brother to the base equalizer earthborn and eternal
No dawn shall interrupt this or grace a short visit
anywhere is nowhere now a string of spittle on the lips of Mórrígan
High destroyer worshipped in secret a billion sacrificial progeny never enough
our green mistress of rape and laughter spoiling for a split second
burnt deep underground here is Fulacht na Mór Ríoghna
and all shall be served as just deserts and all is brought to absolute bone

No society shall be clean of brutal repair
no wealth can bribe an escape the gasp and the fettered torrent
How bitter is the fruit without first the cultivating seed
head and devices shamed and fixated on its own irregularity
its unfolded and shiftless tools working toward the majestic gape
It is further along and closer to the mark
it gaze always sure
the keen sense of the precious meat and its stuttering pulse wrecked and fetal
hovering ever closer with every unsure beat closer still
blacker then any other thing breathing
first blush corrupted and leaking the lasting
















Corvidae and the brilliant high