Wrathage

The Nation's Demons

Wrathage


Heights of defiance 
manifesting 
in the black lucid 
from bitterness to ruins 

No absolutes 
No absolution 

The Dead-end unfolds 
supreme in it's zodiac 
The blood red sun 
soothing the fury 

A cosy hollow 
in the core of creation 
the nation's demons 
Come on! 

The marching motion 
of antipathy 
like time running out 

Hell unfolding 
as perception grows to understand 
the emotions of demons 
as creations disintegrate 

In to the new sovereign 
the silent halo of black light 
under the blood red sun 

Pregnant with the end of things 

Sincerity of the nation's principle 
in the amicitia of demons