Obitus Arbor Gratia

The Tree is piercing the souls through...
Wails of impaled hangedmen
Are mirrored in bitter menstruations of Abysm
Anointed on xyloid phallus of Celestials' will

Ipsation cult of frigid ones
Who crave venomous saps of the bliss
Who drag the cross to the Tree
Outgrown from reveries...

Obitus Arbor Gratia
Ulcer in the stem inclined and oppressed...
The falling Tree of Grace...

Denial of the promised Bread
By That who originally abhors the stench of Being!
Devouring the dirt that sucked his heel in
Who vomits out feathers of the Winged!

Exhaustion of the lepers...
Anathema upon the fiend...



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Writer(s): Veniamin Kosarev
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