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Rated: E · Poetry · Mythology · #2228389
God is dead, it is said, but there are no maps to His throne.

Αγία Σοφία.
Ιερή Γνώση.
Αγία Θέληση.
Ιερή Ζωή. *

Children of Gaia,
sons of soil.
Ice coagulates
and watery flesh boils.

Offspring of Adam,
prideful hope of Eve.
Skeletal remains,
gold eternally.

Άγιος Ουρανός.
Ιερός Ήλιος.
Άγιος Άνθρωπος.
Ιερός Θάνατος.1

As skies wept black blood
and seas rose higher,
mankind fulfilled their
foremost desire.

With full ambition,
vigour, and ire,
seized no throne of God,
just brimstone and fire.

Άγιο Φως.
Ιερό Χάος.
Άγιο Άπειρο.
Ιερό Θερίο.2

Sons of Earth and soil,
fathers of murder,
astray from their source,
desiring power.

Beyond the fractals,
inside the dark glow,
the One high above
is the One below.

1  Holy Heaven. Sacred Sun. Holy Human. Sacred Death.
2  Holy Light. Sacred Chaos. Holy Infinity. Sacred Beast.

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