Apollyon
I had a dream kept in a sacred place, stood on the devil's back and spat into G-d's face.
I dreamt I was a dying man devouring light so I could live again; held taught between eternity and oblivion.
A crown of weeds adorned with painted stones for the malleable messiah, crucified inside the soul. Savior of the weak, comfort to the fallacious meek.
Looking at a sky, I swear I'd never seen before, digging my own grave validating the mother whore.
faithful and fleshless mired in anxiety purging identity.
I dreamt I was a dying man devouring light so I could live again; held taught between eternity and oblivion.
A crown of weeds adorned with painted stones for the malleable messiah, crucified inside the soul. Savior of the weak, comfort to the fallacious meek.
Looking at a sky, I swear I'd never seen before, digging my own grave validating the mother whore.
faithful and fleshless mired in anxiety purging identity.