The dirt their crowns

Audio by Black Circle, reading by Mystery X.

we called his mark Burn
wore their gods veiled by breathless cold her bodies
pitiful mouth forsook you, protested the darkness.
But I kissed no bond with flesh Ghosts of children whispered in the adorned wilderness
bonds beckoned Was We When not Sever the masks.
crucify strangled hunger in Time
your saviors hands until flame to wind are man presumed she lay with Death
There is purple, bloodied costume.
gods against Forever bind Fools.
You are perception
our heads silver And hopeless
Ashes break Nothing lips.
the dirt their crowns