I Was en Weeping Birth

Throughout the circle of extra-sensorial revelations
There are some that deal with blindfold imagination
And there is another one
Just a single one
Mine...

Shade and dust, screaming together as if from only one mouth
In one moonless night
Uttered painful words that got carved on my chest
And that went through my heart

Lifeless but still alive, emptying of so-called life fluids
I gazed at the empty night, physically motionless as death, as my own death
But yet greately agitated, somehow, somewhere
In such deepness one no eye but mine could look at

When all my blood got drank by the remorseless earth
Dust all alone spoke to me
Its hoarse voice rose from nowhere
And uttered its command

For this time shall be mine
Unexpectedly hatching upon my shrine
Beyond the steams of the will I will grow
Depriving all life form of their inner glow

An asexual vengeance
The forces of logic beyond the screams of passion
Coldly, efficiently unveiling terror and horror
To the unexpecting eye, already freezing

When all my blood got drank by the remorseless earth
Dust all alone spoke to me
Its hoarse voice rose from nowhere
And uttered its command

Oh, in an ejaculation of sudden and bitter fury the unspoken was understood
That earth had just been blessed by the messiah it had always been waiting for
I knew that neither good nor evil was...
But that I was...