Demonic Wealth

Crowded in Fluidity Reflect the coming misery Likened to that of ice and graves to worship and preserve for the remainder to see and feel the sounds and emotions collected in wide nets by limbless christs 
 in a lake bright with the green of the natural godhead 
 Call to quiver and shake off useless limbs Too careless in folds of plasma 
 The crushing weight of foreverness The yearning of times remaining to be seen Brown rain gently fading into the fullness of sleep

Like the breeze off the necks of the dead with their bloodless veins full of those ghosts 
 The souls of the found one shall float on its own dilution away from the lightless regions 
 As the fury of time embarks on its release to spread this desire of self outward Air to lung, lung to grave, again and again

Feeling the passing and seeing with hindsight to balk at the years of non-life and wish to see those possibilities fulfilled. Prayers to be of the other side yet retain the self as such, clouded faded signs of remembrance gently pausing to count the days past 
 Living still with the wrongness at hand With an eye on sin Christen this life as lived

Too bright to be… the former judgement of space Strangled freedom has no place in this life Be it granted physical or mental In a passage of pain this crowning shall push the usage back Be it granted physical or mental In a passage of pain Hiding without reason and leaving without either 
 A mass for the strangled without the redness of a putrid forgiveness the lakes flood out of understanding of quieter times 
 with the eyes of the dead sloth and the piles of burned bears trading their likeness for the betrayal of this suffering bloodline 
 
 The magnitude of sanctity shouldn’t betray these moments of thought Counting back 
 one still finds the faces little changed

To brighten this sinking wisdom in flights of yearning 
 Like the sapphire undiscovered as a life source 
 The sound envelopes destroy and create in a wicked mimicry of the one called man.

Messengers of light lame their followers with words of unforgiving merciless stress claim distinction for glowing challenge the unblinking eye tears streaming forth in disgust patterns 
 Shout back through time to speak a withered idea in a withered language just to finish 
 Force a word to be more until the tongue leaks poison

The elk moans bending under the weight of cells years before the passing of demonic wealth 
 the leaves wail the sadness of those stricken silent 
 To be of the growth and of the end To be of the growth and of the end 
 Solid be the fragments of heart and its continued diminishment Judged and remembered time and again as one to underestimate and ever feel time’s cold push cannot disintegrate such longing and such regret

Treeform coagulate clouds and foam cover the stones and sharpen the likeness of water til ice mimic animal 
 To purport on jealousy in the heart of insanity or the thickness of juniper ash 
 Lands shall blend with lifestorms of resistant strains 
 Memory clouds benefit those suffering in patterns 
 To whimper in the eyes of respect and scrutiny a scoff and a glance shattering the gospel before