Castle of Grief

Alienated
Cast into the spiraling realms of deceit, I sought an asylum
A barren burrow, a place to keep
The embodiments of my twisted phantasms
Evolve and to emerge once ripe

As the labyrinthine shadows sway in reminiscence upon
The sharp walls within this austere abyss
I am to carve, bare-boned, my own castrum doloris
And into my castle of grief I will invite the weakened
With a promise of protection
From the future’s tearing claws of perdition

Encapsuled in a solitary crypt I will distill purify my fanaticism
In the comfort of the grave I will ripen the slaves
Ferment and breathe the exuding stench of rot!

Tomb to womb reversed birth
I’ll dwell in the entrails of mother Earth

Before I emerge I am to gather, secretly
The means of my disposal
Men, women and children lured
Down into my cavern in search of salvation
But remember: Thou who cureth can maketh ill
My means to drain their secretions
My snakeoil to void minds
It is my destiny to spread the elixir of suffering
Throughout the veins of this world
So when I beckon thee, come to me!
Tread into Nil, become the mindly absentee

Visions of evil distilled
Come!
There’s a future to fulfill

Catafalque copulatiom, to breed upon the altar of devastation
Womb to tomb to womb
Toxemic envenomation of the void