Ulcerate
Cutting the Throat of God
Suffer not through veins which never bleed
But by the vacuous instinct
Hope has diminished without fear or hesitance
Sever
Repent and sever
The unspoken
With each obscuring of horror
Into the endless downward spiral
Hold to the edge of loss
Merciless and final is the verdict
At its core it’s bereft of all strength
Pain can’t end
Sever
Repent and sever
The unspoken
Last momеnts until the erosion
When thе misery will compound
With the tightening of each breath
And the fog now descending
The execution of omnipotence
The divinity to become
The supine inflicted with one more tragedy
The apostasy of the unspoken
Cutting the throat of God
The passage to atonement has vanished
True repentance was never in reach
Stricken down through compulsion
Starved of the world
Cutting the throat of God