Torrents of Hatred

Embraced cold lover’s shade
It is but a sheath that covers thine soul
Bound in the fires machinations
This demon makes its stalwart stand

O’ god please forgive
Trespass of flesh, iron and her salty tongue
Where blood and vengeance fornicated
A ruse taunting with lusty heat; he materialized

Now tread these foreign paths
Bequeathed a canopy within Death’s hollow
Not at the edge but in the middle: where it’s darkest
Ripped free of Its chains howling in torrents of hatred…