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And Beneath, We Saw the Gods

from Trembling at the Center of the Earth by murderhorse

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Are these the famine times?
The cenobites preparing for this melancholy promenade
We waste like starving Kells
Sand and ash and scarab husks are all that’s left within the granary
We draw from arid wells
Pagans mummified the garrison, these husks our shoddy regiment
We flee to gods below
Build a pyre of all the minarets and crawl into the grave

Torch this black throne
Blood to thin the lacquer
Crack this veneer
Prophesy on borrowed time
Chapels of stone
Struck and torn asunder
Wraiths of the renegade houses all loosed for the fall
In the breast of this desolate tomb we will sleep with the stillness returning above
In the breadth of this gathering dark we will breathe in the soot of our deficit
Behold the gods

So we dig, holding tight to their wings
Lo, we make for their desolate sun
How they shovel us, never out, down
Wrapped in 5.9 sextillion tonnes

Are these the famine times?
Our rations naught but millet, mud, and mold, the air is running out
We starve within this hold
The ceiling’s flirting with collapse, our noble dead are piling up
We flee to gods below
Build a pyre of all the minarets and crawl into the tomb

He lashes 7 tails, disturbing algae in a fog
Breathing violet fires from within his feathered lungs
His eyes cannot be counted, though they number less than twelve
The glow within his nest shines a light the darkest black

She heaves a breast of wood and tattered gems
Seven arms to wield the levers and the chords
A leash to tame the hounds upon the stairs below the gate
Her matte dark matter phallus, the undoing of the world

So shines the deep, bless the blind within this cave
In their bliss, the gods will laugh at the peril upon the plains
Plot our escape; build a heaven in this keep
Eons forth, the gods will pass; we’ll reclaim the hells above/+in time

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from Trembling at the Center of the Earth, released October 24, 2014

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