Unimpeachable,
the shrine wants to move on
with snippets of pain.
Man has failed the god.
Teats were becoming omnivorous
devouring the faces, ears and eyes.
What would you like to eat - stings or thorns?
The curt bruises.
Are you ready for the horses?
The journey is long and tough
to reach the citadel of truth.
My hands are already bleeding.
The betrayals.
The foxes. The hyenas, but one loves tigers.
The majesty of kill.
Why you are hiding the pen?
Moon is riding on the church.
