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Poem: Limbus Infantium


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Translucent garments are dragged by a devious hand

A face undergoes debridement, heaven’s therapy for the impure soldiers

A song of torment removes me from mother’s bosom.

The soulless jury stands above the cradle, unaffected by my hungry cries

Relying on guilty principles, I am enslaved by the fall of man

The basin overflows with dark water and vines of blood and tears of sadness bring me to hell.

Obligated to serve an angelic doctor, I extract the patient’s blasphemy with a silver needle

Immortal words are spoken through the lining of this white mask

Call out to the young children by breaking open the fountains of ooze and decay.

The sprouting of thorns brings leviathan closer to the rippling surface,

Shredding the malleable walls of clay with its infernal vertebrae

A superficial sky wavers, purifying the damned with a bounty of fire.

Unsealed with the end of a shrieking melody, the white maidens crawl out of their temples

Hideous deities in the shape of virgins and sirens,

They vomit legions of parasites with an upheaval of internal combustion.

The breaking of bones makes them drowsy and incoherent,

My sword of flesh and sin is unsheathes, rusty in this arena bathed in moonlight

The temples release their crawling infants, melancholic minions without love from their creator.

Edited by Emotional Outlet
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