Misericorde I – As the Flesh Falls

Foresight - finite Praised angels, as the flesh falls War from within Within ’Neath armour, this withered skin Righteous and malignant This poisoned pale Glorious putrefaction Pray - gauntlets in gleam Wielding lights and lies Blessings of disease Life’s embrace Blessings of disease Life’s embrace Malaise concealed, my shell Of denial and dissonance Darkest greys Into the fray Glancing of blades, the carbon tongues Dance of crippled rebellion Eyes inflamed by light Praised angels, as the flesh falls War from within Within Life defiled - faithless Befouled, betrayed Hand in hand - on hilt Madness - Divine reason Fleeting peace Preordained The struggling Waning war cry A painted shield My decaying portrait Foreseen, my limned last days Shedding armour, unfurled wings Failing, alone Hail desolation

Submitted by The Void — Nov 10, 2025