Holy Death

Like
A black eagle
You fly
Over us
You laugh
At our
Insignificant grief
Because
Before the twilight
We shall be
Part of your own light
Part of your own light

Gathered
We contemplate
Our decline
And without words
We praise Dionysius
On your behalf
Because
We are chaos
In ecstasy
Because
There is no balance
Without death
A thousand years
To carve a throne
One second of doubt
To losing it
Nothing
Is eternal
Neither solitude
Nor oblivion
Neither prayers to God
And yet this
Idea remains
In our souls

Fast
Is your destination
And also
Your decline
A thousand beasts
Gathered in a pit
Where you rest
In opulence

Live
The holy death
And live
All those you embrace
You will lead
The sound of our end
And open wide you will
Discover waters of the Styx
So that
We can pass
We celebrate together
And wait for those to come
Those
To
Come



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