Stained Glass Revelations

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Famine rides on locust wings to the open wounds ridden with disease Lightning falls at summer's end Listless faces, downcast eyes, sir within the house of five The shape of omens in the sky Seeking alms for the leper, alms for the sick and feeble Living corpse, withered touch Lamentations and ashes, in the wake of deafening silence The reaper's scythe rises and falls again and again and again End of days, the horseman comes with scales in hand Leading the rats through the crowded streets One by one, all in time, falling in line To the dance off the dead, we all fall down All join hands at the mass of the open sores A congregation of the unclean spirit calling on the Lord Water into wine and children into swine Welcome fallen angels with open arms The first will be last and the last will be first Blessed are the vermin for they shall inherit the earth End of days, the horseman comes with scales in hand Leading the rats through the crowded streets One by one, all in time, falling in line To the dance off the dead, we all fall down

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Ailing faces fall like rain from spires of gaunt cathedrals above And onto autumnal wilted trees fall grave clothes of burials recent and near Momento mori, the joyless dance Momento mori, the distant songs There we stand for in silence all laughter cracks The open door and gaping shadowy halls stand wide in cold splendor of marble and stone And from pulpits appear faces that stare, cruel mockeries of the closest in life now gone Momento mori, the joyless dance Momento mori, the distant songs From leaden corridors below slither the words of all before Twelve angels of veiled bone on shadowed rafters and staring down Twelve angels of veiled bone on shadowed rafters and staring down And there now riddles unlock with eerie sound and crushing weight All Stygian beasts, angels and loved in sacrosanct chambers of the pit

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

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That which cannot be known and that which binds all of us The Father and the Son In hidden words which lurk behind the veil The coils of the serpent swallowing its tail That which cannot be seen, the darkness where the One awaits He has opened the door, the sign of the hanged man The vision becomes clear, the sign of falling sevens The approach of dawn draws near The many and the One, ascending star of dawn Eclipsing noonday sun, descending hours kingdom come That which was divided, whole at the end of days The One and the many, not separate not whole The saint and the harlot dancing in the flames, the dove in the serpent's embrace The illimitable depths engulfing even time itself The reconciliation of all opposites, where the horizon meets the sky Circles within circles, inexorably to the fixed point As the Creator devours all that he has made That which cannot be known and that which binds all of us The Father and the Son In hidden words which lurk behind the veil The coils of the serpent swallowing its tail The many and the One, ascending star of dawn Eclipsing noonday sun, descending hours kingdom come That which was divided, whole at the end of days Ascending star of dawn

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

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Ever turning circles of birth, life and death The last rays of summer giving way to autumn's breath When the sheaves must be gathered at the harvest in full bloom He is standing tall at the crossroads with his scythe The reaper waits at summer's end, the keeper of all souls is death The hearse is always on time and the ferry is never late To convey our souls to the grave, to writhe in purgatory flames At summer's end the reaper waits, death is the keeper of all souls Eternity awaits beyond the fog The cemetery biding its time for the one not yet laid to rest Holy rosaries for the recently deceased Candles held in place to illuminate the way To the sky up above or the fires down below In the final resting place, in the darkness of the soul In the darkness of the soul The reaper waits at summer's end, the keeper of all souls is death In the name of the father, in the name of the son, in the name of the holy spirit On All Souls Day, let us pray, for the reaper waits at summer's end

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Know me by 9 and 3, I am no one I am The four corners without and the circle within Three of sevens, the lightning path of descent Falling sevens, the word becoming flesh Number of the word, behold the symmetry Number of the word, the unchained throes of dawn Penetrate the mystery of faith A single word hidden in between the lines Three of sixes, the beast in man awake Three of nines, the stars swept from the sky Number of the word, unmake what has been made Number of the word, at the end of days Three of sixes, three of nines, a single word hidden in between the lines Number of the word, for those with eyes to see Number of the word, the risen morning star Three of sevens, the lightning path of descent, a single word becoming flesh Three of sixes, three of nines, the stars in heaven swept from the sky Number of the word, behold the symmetry of the unchained throes of dawn Number of the word, for those with eyes to see the risen morning star

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

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A figure seated in flames with eyes of stone The serpent adorned in colors of silver and gold A faded mural stands above the setting sun All that has been and is yet to come Enter the angel of the eclipse Clothed in the moon with a crown of stars That which was hidden has now been revealed, seven revelations within seven seals Celestial signs and stained glass reflections, centuries in waiting for the coming of the dawn The coming of the dawn The Tree of Life is withered, the Garden of Eden decayed The starlight ceases to glitter and the sun holds back its rays Laughter replaced with silence, tears instead of joy All warmth is gone, the shroud has fallen, hear the chimes of summer's end A rain of burning ashes, locust clouds cover the sun A time of reaping come to pass, the world that is yet to come The abomination stands where it should not, the wormwood star descends into the sea Seed of Sodom born of virgin womb, all power and glory to the Beast Twelve above are hanging on a cross, the waters open for the jackal's son The false prophet speaks and all the masses follow through the door of revelation's dawn Father, Son, Holy Ghost, Cherubim, Seraphim, heavenly host Golden martyrs, blessed saints, all bear witness to summer's end Celestial signs and stained glass reflections Centuries in waiting for the world that is yet to come Thy will be done... thy will be done... Behold the son of the morning star and the book with seven seals And all is lost, the dawn has come

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025