Repression

With proud, discordant blunders,
And cacophonous wonders,
The Dynasty has begun.
Through godless invocations.
Long live the quiet one.

By virtue of arpeggios,
Rejecting all the ratios,
Bows down in reverence.
And lets his spleen and blasphemy
Revel in decadence.

Our soothsayer is near:
The serpent puppeteer.
His motifs fine and clean.
By dint of holy slavery
Uprooted by his sin.

The high pitched note is striking,
Like an agoing viking,
His afterbirth shines red.
The quiet one is rising
In manger royal bed.







The Light Bearer's smug junctures,
Gave life to seven punctures
In their hominal end.
The flash to your eternity:
You lie or you descend.