Gate of Babylon

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Dread opens the path closest to my volatile messiah

A deluge of fire falls from the rafters,

Clouds of acrid smoke cause my eyes to bleed with deadly precision.

The confessionals refuse to open in my moment of agony

Crucified idols hold be back with a gate of flesh,

Spitting cursed scriptures from their pedestals of pestilence.

The heretics have fled from their cage sensing an approaching damnation

A flock of lambs wait at the rotting pews slobbering for another sermon,

My singed irises look around for the one fool in this audience.

With a kiss their holy vice extinguishes itself

A servant of heaven places the host in their maw,

Pride swells as they stand in the presence of their savior.

A token of gratitude in the form of this sacrificial slab

Crossing both arms as I attempt to slip into oblivion,

The cold granite battles with the raging inferno in its searing glory.

Raising the left hand of the devil towards the melting chandeliers

Like a phoenix trapped in its own ghostly paradox,

A baptism of flames cleanses my guilty lineage

Ashes froth in my mouth, revitalizing my veins with black particles.

Edited September 22, 2012 by Emotional Outlet