Fallow, Hallowed from Rituals by Everson Poe

Loud enough
To shake the foundations of your faith
Deep enough
To leave a chasm in your wake
Proud enough
Forsaken by the wretched congregation
Bleed enough
To summon the powers of creation

Each abuse of power
Brings you one step
Closer to ruin
Virtue rooted in marshland
You hold no water
It washes you away

The only way to
Quell your ghost is
To greet death as a friend

This is our forest
I never left
Conjoined forever
And still bereft
This is our prison
I cannot leave
Condemned to serve you as I grieve

(Branches bend into a cage
Moonlit shadows on a stage
Shackled to a broken man
My blood on your hands)

As I scream “you are not real”
You whisper the same into my ear
Every step we take together
Poisons the soil upon which we trod

Wallow in your shallow grave
Deer tread upon the fallow ground
Their antler velvet shed in blood
Ancient symbols on the trees

Take all that you can
Give nothing but hate

Hexagram of blood and moss
Deer tread upon the hallowed ground
Their teeth laid out in reverie
A ritual to celebrate your passing

Take all that you can
Give nothing but hate

The teeth
The blood
The moss
The soil

(This burnt offering
Given to the earth
Separated I
Am the sacrifice)

The only way to
Quell your ghost is
To greet death as a friend

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