Stanzas Of Euphemism

Behold!!! Nazarene, walking down the carpet once you did lay
Satin flowers lingering on your twilight gown
Reminiscent of hue that would be shed in disguise
Soon after sacrosanct eucharist

Seal your promiscuous lips
Witness an evangelical occurrence
In flesh, and its myriad pieces
Myth shall weep in corner of your wisdom
And your cornea blasphemies
In backyard of your subconscious
So you drop your rosary in sheer ecstasy
As you verbalise the gospel of Mother Demure
& Son of her consumed womb
The nihilist of Eve’s apple, forsaken through his malevolent core

Petrified aeons sediment in my cellar
Masquerading the papal deceit, upon the consecrated cross
Fabricated around your lenient neurone
Then Demigod’s companions lipped a shrill laughter
And their camouflage never catalogued
They poured wine acrimoniously
On grave of precision
Spooning a blistering eclipse on embedded Elysium

You shall lay yourself entranced in torment
As he claims to cart his cross
Wounds showcasing deviation and combat for its buyer
Reaping seeds of abhorrence and swindle
In haemoglobin of chasm
Languishing in history pages
You turn to place your concrete testimony
With faith resting on phantasm and delirium
Taking over even the revelation of Socrates
Gritty lies salivating from ancient lips, so fictitious
To become legitimately celestial
Handing you an ash-tray filled up with my amethyst tears

Sacro Culto

In those stones that they had layered
On plateau of surreal Giza
Ages of nameless isolation I’ve witnessed
Epidemically so brittle
Despite the infections of thousand pariah camels
My secrets lying idle on your lips
Canopying the sacred cult knowledge
That meant to be concealed in your neurone
Many tried to seek this sacrosanct art
Despair fills up their gasps
Occult society of Ancient Giza
They practise sacrificial rituals for Seth
Criticised by other religions and Government
They masked it with utter discreetness
Necrosis is a holy art of corpse
And it post-mortal syndrome that
Our dead bodies are subjected to
Eternal amalgamation of organs
Makes a living soul
The proportion has been unknown to us
Those handfuls can reunite hacked body parts
And sew them together with silk thread
Rub them with coarse salt and pernod
Till cracks fill up evenly
Then an anonymous fluid is injected thru visible vein
It’s perilous, if it’s practised without substantial knowledge
Hidden yet most rewarding art of mankind ever invented
Remains ever unknown to human race
Those still resting in their vaults shall be carrying the testimony