Regicide

Come! Come and watch them regale their prophets again Seeping sores adorn chapel floors As blisters grind between flesh, marble and iron Nails...bring forth more nails to fix this falsifier Affix him to his throne of thorns! Thorns! Affixed to his rightful throne! Gather up more thorns to coronate a hypocrite Coronated and eviscerated in his rightful realm And so cry forth to the wheeling heavens "I am a brother to dragons My skin hangs obsidian Upon me as a lecherous mantle And mine bones are scorched with heat See that my harp has turned to mourning And my voice like a chorus of those who weep" Bones...seek out more bones to lay before the liar Along a putrid pilgrimage Souls...devour more souls to cast into the deathvoid So they might rend sackcloth and anoint themselves with dust