Washing the incense and blood from my eyes
the absurdities from my mind
bells pealing aspersions
i fell asleep thinking of angels
my name shall be reviled unto the end of the world
to the last generations of sons
of women
abdiel
gabriel
prefigure and merge
uriel
abaddon
heralding a haven of hope
and helen was screaming amidst chaos
and candles blinded by blood
we behold the sophia
the magus
he kneels to kiss the abbots ring
a scream of silence pours forth from her red lips
her arms outstretched into a crucifix
with aspect of woman and man shedding hair and gown adoring the perfect sophia
prostrate before the icon
twisted sabellicus worships the deviant spurious seraph
sophistry treachery obscene architect of dark artifice
shivering and dancing in the breeze
the mirrors catch the sun
i fell asleep thinking of angels..
