Poems

Gospel of the Damned

Let's meet at the midnight bloodbath 

and let our flesh and bones merge together

under the judgment of all that's unholy and beautiful. 

Let go of your mortal vessel and may the soul ascend into perfection.

May all that's rotten and hateful burn 

and from those ashes, let the mortal temple we call body, arise.

Let the chains of pain and sin bind our soul on this earth,

where we will search outside, in vain, for what resides inside us.

I wrote this some time ago for absolute NO reason, idk if it makes sense. Comment if I should write more 🥲