Kamikaze Baptism

 

 

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Going down in blaze of glory
The devil’s in the gory detail
Heaven must be missing angels
Entrails strung out of right before me just to tell a more engaging story
Parading as a fairytale
Justified in bleeding out to testify devout
I’m all in at the river blind with devil of a shout

Slaughtered at the holy altar
Rebaptized within these crimson waters
In high tide of a bloodbath on the only path to truly run its course
Remorseful I am not
For I am some way past redemption
Exempt from bind of guilt, no longer liable to grief
In disbelief the likes of which I have supplied, demanding full suspension

Proceeded nervously through ever more increasing tension
Ever more decreasing circles
And never any less bereft of ending
Pending judgement, court in session
Jury pitting wits to swing the pendulum
Executioner most keen to see the blade of his new guillotine undress me of the scarf around my throat
Just to gloat of the one day he really got a head

Was dead to me effectively as all paths led directly to the death of me
With precious little left in me to release final breath from me
I guessed the weight, anticipating nothing less than twenty-one grams waiting to be shed from me
Desperately seeking movement proving mere illusion as contusion by contusion, all enduring strength was bled from me

If this indeed was leading to the end of me
Then time was nigh to celebrate my entropy
The tide was high, all stakes were raising
Flesh and blood biodegrading
Outlook grim, yet set to changing
Here within the rivers of unequivocal persuasion

Clinically insane and such paraded unashamedly
Blood rushing every sinew, flushing through each blushing vein of me
This geyser not for my eyes only
Much more range than that long since estranged from me

Should devil be in gory detail
Then I was going down in blaze of glory
Kamikaze-style, all blood and guts and spilling out
Justified in bleeding out to testify devout
All in at the river blind with devil of a shout

Through the never to the everlong
Through Eden back to Avalon
In high tide of a bloodbath on the only path to run its course forevermore
Where frail prevail the slaughter
Can bleed freely at the altar
And for every solitary drop they spill
Rebaptized within these crimson waters

 

 

 

 

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5 Comments

  1. My God was I stood second in line at the guillotine beside you. Excellent work and I relate to the mood of this very much.

  2. Entrails strung out of right before me just to tell a more engaging story
    Parading as a fairytale = My favorite bit. Seems familiar. It reminds of another from last year. Is it part of a thread?

    1. Love that you picked that up Koala. There are many threads or, as I like to call them, breadcrumbs scattered throughout. Many paths lead back to other pieces. Designed to be one huge puzzle that all slots together. Really thrilled that you picked that up.

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