The Embalmer - Hideous Divinity

Rise!

He cried

On the mount of infected limbs

Of the self-imposed spectators here to bleed

Binding cruelty out of time to rot

Purging from what’s impure to reassign

Inverting, deafening, changing the poles

To shine

As soft tissue is carved out, so thin yet so true

Breath the Scent of the balms, a prayer to the sprout of what’s so to come

Rise!

He cried, waiting for completion

Bring a smile, cold, on the face, the face of the dead

Bring a smile, cold, on the face of the ones who stare

At taxidermic completion

Is this what you came for?

Can this please your hunger?

Lend me your dreams, let me play with desire

Repeat, blaspheme.

Twisting your soul

The truth inside

Taste my poison

I am the one who’s not here

I am the one who repeats what will be

I am the horror deep in your seed

I command the poles and static they bleed

Between perfection and decay, corrupted sands of time

The hand of death and life is breathing on my side

Rise, he cried!

Rise, he cried!

For you are with me, for you are in me

Rise, he cried!

For what has to be denied has to be

Rise, he cried!

for the stretching of our time — I said

Rise, he cried — For we are now one

We are no one!