Spires

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Oh Lord God, The comforter The Giver of life Bless us with your glory “Reverend” - Whispering tongues drench my altar in fear “Eremite” - Premonishing my tragedy slithering near “Penitence” - My congregation is gaping at me Clenching the pulpit - I see, God forbid A sanguine abyss where their eyes used to be Tonight at last, this must end - I put my life into Your hands I’m standing at Heaven’s Gate As I aspire to reveal in you, the answers to resolve My clash between mind and faith “Eidolon” - The nave returns to a cold, empty hall “Nazarene” - Louder once more, I hear the Westford Bridge’s call “Trental…” - A choir of slivered voices reviles: “REPENT” Oh Father My haven and fortress in whom I trust Shield me with your faithfulness (~ Psalm 91:2) For I no longer Can bear this guilt These vile spectres I’ve suffered them up to the hilt Tonight at last, this will end, for I want to cleanse this bloodstain I stand before Hell’s Fires And I avow I’ll repent to You, and mount the stairs again

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

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Ere the dead Appeared within my flock, the chancel bled A foul, black sludge Was I a witness to my God’s grudge? None else witnessed One cold night Down the aisle I saw my acolyte Dressed in ice Death glared crimson from his pale eyes “Harold, save me” Oh no. BEN-JI The gravity of my sin Laid bare by a revenant kin “SAVE ME” In the transept I stand astound As haunting notes of your ditty resound Forget not brother, you’ve forsaken me When I drowned 'neath the willow tree I failed to save you from Death’s shadows, the moment I let you go Brother mine, I raised countless spectres throughout these years Your every nightmare I engineered Blood that ties, broken by the blood in your puerile eyes Taint my hands with this tragedy

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

“Even today my complaint is bitter; his hand is heavy in spite of my groaning. If only I knew where to find him; if only I could go to his dwelling! I would state my case before him and fill my mouth with arguments. I would find out what he would answer me, and consider what he would say to me. and there I would be delivered forever from my judge.” (Job 23:02) Many a day has since come to pass Memory lane runs through the underclass Paved with contempt, ‘cause Your fevered seizures, were devil-sent Woe the day your eyes cried blood Damned to possession by men of the cloth Beaten and broken, you ran out the door Over the ice 'till it held no more On this day I let the frozen lilypond take you away In a crystal coffin Reaching hands scratching underneath the ice Prelude your elegy As I say farewell To your fading eyes… I beseech the storm of heaven Howling purgatorial “Void the night That corrodes my faith in thee By thy splendour Null the fear inside of me” “Holy Father A madness gathers Rumbling, vociferous Like bronzen beasts Within these ancient walls A harrowing fright appalls” The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

To my dark and profane fiend I kneel and beg of thee: “Spare me from more lies, art thou God's grudge?” “If thou hast brought to life, this bellowing machine, to whom do I kneel? Who is my judge?” Tonight at last, this will end, for I want to cleanse this bloodstain Art thou God’s grudge? And I avow I’ll repent to You, and mount the stairs again To the spires Deep in Maggie’s Stone foundation Waits a spiral staircase That leads to salvation Bronzen beasts Growing rampant Seal this March’s eve Deafening, rumbling As I approach the Bourdon bell Atop the belfry, the mechanical pounding summits in suspense As the county fair’s kaleidoscopic lights bleed into the Thames A violent brawl stirs the night upon the Westminster bridge below Kneeling under the spires, my catharsis is brought by another carrion crow I feared the blame “Brother mine, no longer will I let you dwell alone in the shadow of Death I beg of thee, absolve me, as I consecrate to you my final breath” I bow in shame And at the last singing echoes of the witches hour bell, Through the sudden silence, an eerily familiar tune petrifies my every cell

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

“That melody was Benji’s song” There he stood, blood from each eye “Did he come to take me along?” The stars unveil my long-lost brother I let die Forgive me brother, I’ve forsaken thee I let you drown ‘neath the willow tree As I took - my final breath - did it seem - I’m better off dead? We shared stories throughout our years Now I relive them through silent tears. For the last time Behind the skies, to my distress Concealed behind a crimson shroud of ill twilight A behemoth stands as sole witness “…Thou art not God”, as lightning on the bridge ignites Staggered, perplexed by this nightmare Sulphur fumes hand my apostasy Into the grave abyss I stare And welcome darkness - as I'm falling to be free

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025