Drink My Sin

We feast with the Devil, on the corpses of angels served by demons at a banquet thrown by God.~~ R.L. Ohlhausen

Drink My Sin

 

 

We bathe in the depths of the Devil's bowels.

God watches the scene, then laughs and howls,

He turns to the slaves who plow the Mire.

For its his hand that seeds this Hellion Fire.

Waking dead, all souls are lost.

Adrift, Dusk's Horizon we’ve just Crossed.

Upside down the ship is tossed.

 

Before the helm, mankind does kneel,

A living angel does man the wheel.

The Heaven is the deck and Earth its sky.

All reflection in the Devil’s eye.

Unholy sails fill with the gust of Stars,

We ride the currents with lust of Mars.

 

Retch in the galley of this Vessel cursed.

Here 'Peace' a word that's merely versed.

Scales from the backs of the skeleton Fish.

Demons swarm to prepare the dish.

Our flesh we flail and blood we waste.

We serve ourselves and savor the taste.

We’ve plucked our eyes and choose not see.

What Man's cruel heart has done to me.

 

The time is NOW to gain our sense!

The Air is filled with foul offense,

The Ram rots on nearby shore,

Hollow men thrive on the core.

The Lamb's fleece with filth is filled,

This bounty, God sown, then Devil tilled.

Damned be those, this story swallowed.

Leave the path our fathers followed.

To HELL we've gone!

The Night does come.

Man must question: "What is this insane Will?"

Vain search for peace, though we’re never still.

 

The Sea now does froth and churn

And this soured Age soon will turn.

Wind blows this Storm to drown and cleanse,

To kill the Beast and wash our Sins.

The Peak, to skyward Sea, has crumbled

Now in its depths, the rocks have tumbled.

Sun in the West, dances on the wave,

Wind of the East, blows the Storms to save.

 

Old Lion's reign, last hours draw near.

The Jar now spilt to drench our fear.

Moon rises to rest, what the Sun has scorched.

We've made our meal, of Angels torched,

Devouring their souls, to Hell we send.

A banquet of Demons, we do attend,

With Death and Dark, I am a Ghost

We await the arrival of our fallen Host.

 

Darkness sets; floating far from land.

We eat this meal, by the Devil's hand.

He feeds with us, at our Right side.

But its God's broken table where we all abide.

 

The Beast must die so we may dine.

Man's its meat, his Blood the Wine.

Friday's Feast is almost done

Sabbath's morn is near begun.

This Last Sup of anguish we so freely share.

To this no man really seems to care:

We engorge our gut, and drink the muck,

But now our ship the jagged Rocks has struck,

Below, in our hull grows the gaping rip,

We've been deceived and fouled our ship

Immersed in Time, we slowly drown

All the Men are going down.

 

Tip of the Horn, still many a mile.

God, the Devil and I can only smile.

Beneath the wave of this Blood Sea, that I have fallen in,

I shut my eyes, with no complaint and then I drink my Sin.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Esoteric: Mankind's retribution.