Wings (fin)

Austere

Wings (fin)


Austere

Lost myself and sympathy
Dim the shapes of all that´s passed
Down cast eyes sweating pain
Crestfallen with faithlessness
Sorrowborne to iniquity
A rosary to enwrap my core in...
Rage of yore, the sermon inborn, cleanse me from vague lies

Lies

Dogmatized and canonized
Your wrygone word soothes me not
I withhold bitterness
As a tragic symbol of my inspiration
Revived from an austere dream
Hear the birds of mourning filter...
Te Deum, but for whom, let me come undone;

No Christ adored
neath love for life is a lie
When millenia of "heretics" die
Sacrosanct, vestal
So we raise Thee on a pedestal
Mother of God
Your faerytale breeds our ignorance

Shroud my eyes
With moist kisses
Of mourning dew
Religious mistress

Lies

No Christ adored
neath love for life is a lie
When millenia of "heretics" die
Sacrosanct, vestal
So we raise Thee on a pedestal
Mother of God
Your faerytale breeds our ignorance.

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