The Symptomatic

Sacred absurdities stumble down the catwalk

Silky fabrics of fraud conceal the ugliness

Their sanctity is fiction their milk is poison

And still admiration weighs upon their shoulders

Never dare to question the unnatural

Never dare to doubt the illogical

The agonies of faith you must endure

Seeking to suffer until no longer impure

To nothingness you recite your odes

To emptiness you paint your frescos

The two edged sword of loyalty sways

Tearing your limbs by cutting both ways

Mere submissive and inert minds

Pursuing for bliss by casting sense aside

In a monochrome reality you feel security

Strapped down by dogmas and infirmity

In non existent prospect of redemption

You kneel down before the cruciform icon

Bite the body in an ecstatic frenzy

Swallow the blood to cleanse your heart