The Citadel of Lies

The breath beneath an obscene gaze, Emerged in a tempest, 
intense and violent. From the foulest gouge of oppression. 
Stormed a burning unclean air
Ominous black shadows, Overtake the fortress, Consume in 
the ground dead, The whores of devotion

Lay impregnated with my sins, Burning in the cunts of 
christ. Beneath the moon and evil sign, A sun obscured in 
their blood
Like a thick velvet robe, stifling, Enveloped in its 
embrace. Standing to spit upon the cross of god, Smothering
 the embers of deceit

I am the fallen angel

The murderous winds of desire and hate, Rising from the 
seas of our soul, Like the black fog that clings to the 
mountains. Rising from below
Hung an old oak. Say nay to those whose stiffened limbs, 
Sway on elongated necks, yet they may look towards you
Those priests that hang like leaves on dead limbs, Against 
the blackened skies of my mind