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Sacrifices To Jupiter
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*The winds of change are blowing in Latium. To understand these shifts are always occurring and instead carve our own path untethered.*
The eternal city of marble gathers in awe
A new emperor erected, draped in purple
An altar surrounded by relinquished flesh
Slaughter ensues to appease the head god
Sacrifices to Jupiter
The pagan pantheon nears its twilight
Screams of sacrifice a pained swan song
Rust and erosion, antiquity in detritus
An accomplishment it could survive so long
But in this moment, staring down an uncertain future
The crowd kneels before the holy sanguine ritual
Right now spiritually married to the gods of their day
But soon to be enamoured with competing thought taking sway
But such is the nature of all things, new winds arise
All strangleholds eventually lost, all structures meet their demise
We must disregard these husks of discarded triumph and defeat
And remember there’s only this moment, a time to sew and reap
On our journeys...
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To Wrestle With Angels
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*The origins of human-beings are from stardust. And our progenitors have awoken from cosmic slumber, returning to erase their failed offspring, mankind. But we rise to fight.*
Haunted by the ghosts of my failures, a pallbearer of self
Mental tides rage and crash, turmoil I wouldn’t wish on anyone else
Dragging myself across coals and broken glass, I bleed
But there’s nothing stronger than persevering, staring down a future only I can see
How many times have I died inside?
How many times have I shed my skin?
No longer will I collapse into myself like a dying star
I reject self-imposed exile, I know who I am and what my obstacles are
Harness nocturnal tyranny, against malevolent angels birthed from an interstellar sea
To combat the divine wielding fruit of life, cosmic assassins here to hunt and feed
Slay the fear in my mind with its constant timorous slither
Cauterise my wounds and expunge the doubt from my soul
On my own chiselling a stone path from turmoil
With an iron grip, wrestling thine celestial
And the angels keep appearing, waging their war one by one
To erase mankind and silence god’s greatest error
But not without war, my fate chained to none
I rise to fight, a human fortress, here to wrestle with angels...
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*Winning the fight against our celestial foe, interring them, and becoming our own gods.*
And together we slay the great giants, progenitors of species
Reinvent the gods, replacing them with our own
Morticians of the divine, untethered by base morality
Immolate the past, scrape the char for a new destiny
We bury their colossal remains
And from the decay rich flowers bloom
Carrying the sweet scent of dawn
Severed from the last angel, we are reborn
No longer do I fear a cosmic balance or ancient morality
No longer do I fear a karmic debt collector reaping on my reality
We are the cycle broken, we are Valerian freed
We make our own myths, immortalised in our deeds
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