[ Beyond The Rusty Gates ov Wilt ]
Far beyond, and within the trees so high...
Stood a man...
Crumbling...
In an ancient eternal cry!
Amongst the ghostly mist of dawn...
The shining beam of a dust forlorn,
Crushed the greatest of all man!
It's the draining corpse,
Of my sinful storm!
When wisdom by agony fell,
And by the divine of command was torn!
There at the old steps of thy door!
I stood with the silence...
The winds of blasphemy grew wild and sore...
It danced and swayed...
Upon the crackled marble floor...
Oh, what a broken tone...
Of such crimson violence...
As I recall the mighty pain... I...
Asunder and call thy sacred name!
You hid... there behind the veils of shame...
A black flame arose...
Through agnostic dusk was laid...
Thats in me beyond the dark shades it stayed...
Was the only truthful pain...
With blood upon it astain...
One that any human can revel...
And all man is to blame...
Slain lies such glory...
Of mankind that reigns...
With velvet dreams... untouched by sin...
It drew the eyes of beloved grim...
The path of nomads...
And wanderers like him!
He stood there against thy door...
As many have stood there before...
Astral guidance led his yore...
With bloodied ink upon the pages...
Of his everlasting infinite lore!
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