Virgin afternoon

How shallow we should die
in the river you and i
in the wake of an afternoon
of a virgin autumn's bloom

and music they would play
a game or two today
as came would floating by
our bodies you and i

come with may and take
pride lion pry open sie geht
with april an hour past
fall water flow over go fast

on a virgin afternoon
in the wake of an autumn's bloom
how shallow we should die
in the river you and i.

Bastion

He makes eye contact
with an open wound
grows teeth to eviscerate the masses
becomes fearless
then unleashes the leashed

he repeats a simple phrase
ya zhiv
not too far off in the hazy distance
falling buildings do not escape this truth
they disintegrate steadily
as leavened ashes burn evenly
he receives the gift of millions

the phoenix does not rise
he moves right through us
implodes, reloads
intentionally destroys all we have so brazenly created

the teeth of his wounding
multiply, never deny the gift of his song
(a howl of a billion stars dying)
a yell and a wail
what the brilliant among us call hell

he seeks you out as you bar your doors at night
while you try in vain to forego the carrion pain
for yours is not to live on this earth
while his is to seek revenge
the fiery, armored raptor kills at will
he was built to forever fuck you in the face
to crush you into dust
to devour you whole
and shit out your empty soul

so welcome the next knock at your door
it is not evil, the fate that awaits you
(your flaw is that you make such distinctions)
it is your destiny to come to an end tonight
your curiosity for pain will live again in you
defined through the things you will never get to do

he begins

my name is Truth
and i have come bearing death
come of my own accord
there is nothing i need
not a thing i want
my purpose was not writ by any of your man-made gods
i have created my own purpose
i am the embodiment of anti-purpose

now

upon your knees
you know the drill

beg.