Make me a God
By graceful tunes off lips now ceased
Hear her whisper
A foul voice to welcome my loneliness
Oh Beseech your god
Why inspire the feeble fall flat?
The Earth still burns the souls of our feet
As we land on our backs
As we drift among the stars
Ageless, still he sleeps
So Rapidly thy needles Collapse
No offering - we are but falling leaves
No origin grows without root
Nor conviction breeds before torment
Pray to ask the bitter and burning
As we sow the seed - alive in torture
Disseminate
Exhort or beg
Call on me
Wakeful sleep
Shepherds' keep
Archaic need
Endure - Induce
Consume - produce
Spread the disease
As we drift among the stars
Perdition is never to sleep
Like litany our spines will buckle
And sacrifice - forever falling leaves