I have torn out those perverse roots
that bind me to this family of infamy .
I disown, you bubonic siblings !
blasphemous nuns prey to nocturnal fantasies..
I long for the taste of angelic vertigo.
Howler in the gaping void
that beckons to the enlightenment...
dismissing the call from a larval world
populated by indecent presences ,
I flee from the promises
of the crowd with tear filled-eyes ,
choosing the brutal sword
that dispenses justice ,
while leaving evil raw in the darkness
of the mystical abysses...
Pilgrims who wishes to experience
the embrace of the blazing springs !
at the dawn of judgment ,
I will refuse to look,upon your face ,
genderless divine who delights
of the bread and wine of the cherub ,
as you grant me forgiveness !
Creature of the pristine world ,
Prometheus freed from the vile
knowledge of the slaves !
Ageless warrior who watches over the shadows
of all battles ,soul of iron and stone ,
Clad in the scarlet armor of the pure ,
I will walk fearlessly toward the fiery clouds...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
good write Lorenz, much enjoyed
In the light of the black sun .
most apt
Eating the flesh of the gods for redemption and we call the Aztecs barbarians. Well done my friend
I tried to express sunny side .A therapeutic exercise...
I like my eggs sunny side up. Well done, not the eggs the poem
Your sens of humor helps me not to take myself too seriously !
The last time I took myself seriously it broke my heart
Beyond one's own inner revolution.
Am I doomed to be what I come from ? But if I deny my deep-rooted heritage what will remain of me ?
My friend, I know the longing to sever oneself from inherited darkness and seek something spiritually uncorrupted. This connected with my own mystical searching. Wonderful piece, Lorenz. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
We must abandon illusions, servile knowledge and easy consolation in order to attain an inner form of warrior asceticism.
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