isangelous

where does your light not shine? i dance at the oceanfloors in your name i drown my sorrows, so no man can hear me exclaim

every inch of my body and soul has been desecrated what am i, if not a vessel of hatred i wear a garment weaved by your whores

they anchor me at the oceanfloors

o god of heavenly breeze- breathe into me where is your damn light in my time of exigency? i am your vassal indeterminately

don your woven gloves of refusal resurrect the dead tribunal of the tongueless throat chanteuses orchestrate sounds antediluvian and feudal

and raise abraxas from the graves now cemented at the oceanfloors i mourn the menses of your slaves i mourn the deaths of your whores

at the oceanfloors in your name