A spigot of the clay urn slid down the rolling rampwell of the entrance to Lady Death's facade
A soldier's head was smashed twice on the cleft of the front arrow head to Lady Death's temple
:
It is my time, it is your time! It's time to free the souls of those of perish in the wine filled rivers, of the martyrs of Baccus, those who have turned the eye away, who dissolved like salt; an offering
It is our time! The vulnerable, the pious, the pure! The saved shall rise! Those that can see. Those that can hear. Those of The Word; my word, your word. All paths will conflate like water; an offering
:
Simease twins joined at the feet, the hips, the head. Like legs closed tightly fall from mouth-side down
The waxing body. The waning body. Rise together above Thy Madre. One striking the east, one west
A spigot of the clay urn slid down the rolling rampwell of the entrance to Lady Death's
facade
A soldier's head was smashed twice on the cleft of the front arrow head to Lady Death's temple
:
It is my time, it is your time! It's time to
free the souls of those of perish in the
wine filled rivers, of the martyrs of Baccus, those who have turned the eye away, who dissolved like salt; an offering
It is our time! The vulnerable, the pious,
the pure! The saved shall rise! Those that
can see. Those that can hear. Those of
The Word; my word, your word. All paths
will conflate like water; an offering
:
Simease twins joined at the feet, the hips, the head. Like legs closed tightly fall from mouth-side down
The waxing body. The waning body. Rise together above Thy Madre. One striking
the east, one west