Crucifixion Of The Vanquished

Death is slouching, echoing past.
Bound and buried, face and skin.
Agonizing, grieving surge
Floating waves, rendered obsolete

Truth is elusive, imaginary
The appearance of reality
An unfundamental future

Promiscuous heaps, conspicuous
Stand out to those in oblivion
Consisting of talents, perished and claimed
Waiting and longing for the inevitable.

In weight, likewise made of gold.
Who now doth to condemn.
Relentless, extreme and necessary
They come, full bore.

A entity crawling from the prophecy into paradise
Cursed and befouled, it makes its way to society

Taking control of the night
The eclipse welcomed the haze
Curtains of death and decay

Reaching for those particular servants
Called the bells to chime
Searching for splendour
Purest hearts devoured by time

Benediction, invocation, divine intervention

Abiding love for the untold truth,
Will present and unfold the harsh brutality
Realism has taken over
Crucifixion of the vanquished