Archspire

Obliterating the cause of my inner calm 
I can feel it at the point of my pen when the ink is gone 
No wisdom to redeem only a spree of visions
Embedded in my blood till I can leak it out 
Get it out Write it out Let it live on

Bolted into book to pin the multi headed mammal in me 
Beating kicking barricaded blotted black and bent on mating 

Stampede in my mind 
evil unconfined red goliath 
Run and belt out your blackened depictions
Imprint them 
Re-etch into my skull your charcoal 
I became the cave that you carve in and paint upon forever.
You have broken everything within my head that made me human 
I will never integrate into the world you hunt and kill in 

Bound by the images it burned in me
Branded with categoric infamy 
I cypher the liminal
Cypher the Liminal
It began with a wretched light 
then the image impalings of an Archaic mirror 
spade from an eld kings sarcophagus
Open up 
It wailed through my pounding head in every language 
Casting unlocking six seven and nine

Real visual stimulants died that day
Cutting out my optic compass
Shielding intake not cast by the entity
Blocking anything it didn't directly inject into me
Locking my retinas in prison
Taken back into my dark unending day within the womb 
A telepathic catacomb of integrated psychopathy


Inseminating bellicose depictions of it hunting humans
Burning into earth a mark a fingerprint a living beacon 
causing rot in the meat and the brain of anyone subjected to its light 

Cypher the Liminal 

Breaking down the cycle of the enemy that's in me 
Carving its symbol into our land to draw victims in 
Altering their skin to bloom with hemorrhagic lesions 
To enforce solitude 

A man revoked of his own image stripped of admiration 
The ceiling fan had become my eye to watch his skin be taken 
And the hand evolved and it made me write with repulsive indignation  
Striking with divine hate to create new pain beyond mere death 
Let the coat of man take itself apart wide awake 
Our spine to wield your grand design 
Our blood to ink the earth
Appendage of the air come paint the end of man

And with the final lift allow me then into your kingdom
or turn my pen to sharpened steel and bleed my neck out
Serpent inside the sky allow me to write my death

Real visual stimulants died that day
Cutting out my optic compass
Shielding intake not cast by the entity
Blocking anything it didn't directly inject into me
Locking my retinas in prison
Taken back into my dark unending day within the womb 
A telepathic catacomb of integrated psychopathy

The hunger drives me forward to hunt the red goliath
Vine and concrete fight around me 
Conquering the violent land that we lived on
before the limb of Leviticus came 

Gone are the days that we thought we would see god 
at the gate lifting up the ones who prayed 
Faith turned to fear 
when a spear from the sky drilled 
down into the first skull 
commandeering random bodies 
Now in the calm of the sky ophidian recoil
we crawl along the ground we dominated 
Left by it's grace we can starve but we can't die 
Immortal human vermin stranded by their curse of pride 

The sky limb bred us a vile mammoth 
The red one our only prey to hunt

I must kill and eat it
I must flay the body that I dug out from the ladder
Become the hunter 

The hunger drives me forward to hunt the red goliath
Vine and concrete fight around me 
conquering the violent land that we lived on
before the limb of Leviticus came 

A bear's skull melded with vulture wings 
bison pelt and a panther spinal column
Apex with a thousand mouths 
riddled with tongues and eyes 
taken from land and sea
The ground breaks under its weight 
Its network of throats echo death and decay 
through vine and concrete into the caves 


The limb bred every animal that wasn't human into one 

Flayed one lay before me 
howling out to the sky void the name I once held 

Gone are the days that we thought we would see god 
at the gate 
lifting up the ones who prayed 
Faith turned to fear 
when a spear from the sky drilled 
down into the first skull 
commandeering random bodies 
Now in the calm of the sky ophidian recoil
We crawl along the ground we dominated 
Left by it's grace we can starve but we can't die 
Immortal human vermin stranded by their curse of pride 

The reborn 
I know they are not human
The mimic replicates her voice to torture me 

It begins the begging
Simulated desperation clawing at my starving body 
Nail her feet into the ground 
to beckon the abominant prey

Its many tongue shifting in ravenous malice 
engorged by the stench of the black fluid within the bait  

In one last attempt 
the bound desperate replicant 
begins reciting past intimate memories

The flayed one lay before me 
Howling out to the sky void the name I once held 

Rain down your salivation 
red one widen your jaws 
engulf and consume this our offering 

I release the blade to decapitate
I swing a razor pendulum built out of vine and relic metal
Then Down it came 
one head of the beast
The rest ran away
I eat a mutant brain of dog and hawk and vomit up regret

The flayed one lay before me 
Howling out to the sky void the name I once held 

Rain down your salivation 
red one widen your jaws 
engulf and consume this our offering

Waiting on the platform in the living elevator
Dead panning
Head pounding
Wading onto a plank without footing
Dropping while the pace of the blade is increasing
Unlocking a pounding centrifugal feeling
turning whipping
keeping me bolted while falling downward on a liquid locomotive tunneling into the ground

If or when I'm taken by the limb would anyone come for me?
Now that you've been lifted
what is left to kill or care for?
I get up spitting blood
Hacking up my lung and liver
blocking out internal pain
so I can see her though a pane of liquid glass

Every time I wait in line to board the ladder I get sicker
On the conveyor of mass contagion
I inhale a constant deadly wind of toxic human expulsion
amid famine plague and dysentery

Yet I never leave
The crippled curling up in line
band together in defence against the men
whose hunger unabated escalated to cannibalism

Cutting up the weak and dead
Eating what they know will kill them
No-one breaks the line to help

Tainted meat will take them out
and if I choose to fight I'll never see her

Looking back is death
Here one must give up their mind and moral binding
Black out the culprit and never look up
for what's above with stab its hand into you

Looking up is death
Focus on nothing but getting inside
the falling carrion ladder

Finally making it out of the deadlock and into the barricade
I behold the Carrion Ladder

The heart of the cavern is swelling and beating
It's ominous arteries open injecting me
deep into the carrion ladder

If I were taken by the limb before you could you visit me?
Could you bear the line?
Would you even care to stay alive alone
save for the image of me tearing up our only son?

I'm waiting in a mine
Melding with a non newtonian vertical propeller
to beg or be a hunter

Coming here watching your skin fill up
like you were never real before the slaughter
Inflated back to life
to mimic recalling the feeling of killing
everyone but me around you
Imitating every inch of her perfectly
down to the stench of her lust emanating through the prison
Crying and pleading and tainting her memory
Taunting me begging for freedom aware of the life that she took away 

Down here they are not the same
Laying hollowed dead until the limb decides to fill them
Dormant translucent casings test my will to survive
What kind of plan is this to live out the end of days
in a tunnel tortured by the replication of a loved one?

The choice of feast or famine
Do I stay and starve myself
or take her out as red Goliath bait

Down here they are not the same
Laying hollowed dead until the limb decides to fill them
Dormant translucent casings test my will to survive
What kind of plan is this to live out the end of days
in a tunnel tortured by the replication of a loved one?

The choice of feast or famine
Do I stay and starve myself
or take her out as red goliath bait

take her out as red goliath bait

Goliath meat will let me live
and if I stay down here I'll never eat it
Sparing her is death
One must give up their mind and moral binding
Looking back is death
Looking down is death
I rip her from the carrion ladder

Rearming

Any living one of our kind 
bound here by the belt of birth 
during this our final hour 
aid in ending our remaining

Left by the limb
with our tongue up to the sky 
and both achilles nailed to ground

Rearming 

Any splint of light it granted in between each grand impaling 
proved to be its way of mocking what we had before it came
The limb are now legion and they only withdraw to rearm 

Lift your head then be taken

The anomalous descent

Rearming

Led by the bolt that it dug into your crown you're carried 
Tearing every living thing apart until you're lifted up

Left by the limb legion 
are we the few that kneel awake and witness the descent

We were awoken to witness

We were awoken to witness the anomalous descent

When the limbs cut through the daylight 
and they take one 
The Anomalous Descent 
And they take one of the chosen 
The Anomalous descent 



Whites of their eyes black 
turned to glass 
fill then shatter 

Vertically infiltrating 
intimately commandeering 
Stabbing through then out then up 
beyond the speed that light can travel

Live inverted sky obelisk multiplying
Pulsing lines of bio metal hooking bait without it dying 
Surgically reenforce the cauterized paradigm 


We were awoken to witness 
an expansive firmamental atmospheric ulcer open

We were awoken to witness

When the limbs cut through the daylight 
and they take one of the chosen 

The anomalous descent 

And it whip kills what surrounds it 
yet it leaves us here to witness 

Lift your head up to the sky

The brain of every injected 
exiting out of their skull through their screaming wide mouth 
to weightlessly hover as dripping red cumulus organs 
Lift your tongue up

Stop.
The saw in his leg and a kill on the ground 
The fan above us stopped spinning 
His head collapsed and his life bled out he looked to me and wept
What's in my head? What's in our head?

Severe fungal necrotizing fasciitis 
pyoderma gangrenosum
Subjected to constant painful ineffective forms of treatment 
Inconclusive medical inspections that had made me want to die 

In one night I had contracted multitudes of rare aggressive skin disorders 

I saw that night a blade of sky colliding with the earth behind our home 
I ran to find a symbol burned into the dirt 

The saw in his leg and a kill on the ground 
The fan above us stopped spinning 
His head collapsed and his life bled out he looked to me and wept
What's in my head? What's in our head? 

Although diagnosed as non contagious 
my creators could not hide their clear repulsion at my ebolic appearance 

With every dawn I wade in a film of my disease 

I live behind a rancid camouflage of leaking bandage 
Unable to see myself without inducing bouts of vomit

Now the only life I know is through our kitchen window
Watching the perfect family dine and laugh while I eat my fingers 

Each grin a spade that fills my empty well with envy 
The father-a pillar-the pinnacle of a true guardian 

Him and his son had both looked at the symbol 
that night a light came from a hole in the sky 

We all saw the trilobite like insignia melt into the field like napalm 

What we witnessed was beyond what we could comprehend 
The site of it had made the fathers son a cripple and my skin decay

The guardian built a fortress for his son 
around an oak that he can not climb 

It's from this vantage that I watch them 
and imagine that I was him 
and I think of inhabiting the vessel

I became a protective watchful invisible silent auxiliary 
member of their family 

My affliction became beyond physical 
Agoraphobia made me a prisoner 

Tried to peel it off tried to cut it off tried to burn it off 
tried to prey to god for guidance or interaction with anyone 
I communicate only with the fan in my ceiling 

I know that it's come alive 
Taking controlling of me 
Upping its spinning to make me leave home 

The city is hiding the worst of me 
Any that look at me turn their head one eighty  

Every night I go home and take refuge in the fortress 
Every day I watch the father deteriorate 
I fear the symbol corrupted his brain 

He drags his son outside and makes him try to climb the ladder 
He cuts his chair up with a saw blade made of pressured water 

He has become unworthy of his skin 
His son crawls back inside 
he follows with the water cutter 
The man is clearly gone the sign inside has taken over 

The guardian I praised is not the man I see
The man is clearly gone the sign inside has taken over 

The windows painted red 
the mist of blood is blinding 
I build up the heart rate to climb down the ladder in spite of my image 

I black out my fear and walk into the thick of the mist 
The father was crying and cutting his family up 
He nicked his artery at the mere sight of me then died

The ceiling fan went silent 

With the saw I took his skin
I then began to stitch the family back together 
I have cured the anti body 

I have lived for thirteen days inside this vessel
Now I wait here for another 
When once more the sky shall open.

Our limb is awake
Bow below its cleft 
Reverence in its maw 
Pray unto the rift

Ascend above the critical fear provoking and unrighteous men 
Cower flee and hide the meek and blinded bipeds 
that deny the reich of the divine appendage 

Denial is the one and only step the fleeting many take 
to repudiate their fate 

All who trust the grand divide will be rained upon 
by the mechanical veins of the new god 

They will beg and mourn and cry 
let it never dull the blade
Know you're right and never let the cries of others make you falter 
Tear the vacant non believer then be carried up to glory 
Grant to us your spine that we may fly 

Born to bio-litigate our path to appease you. 
Carve out your path led by the rift through the impure 
Hold us navigate us through your transcending terror cleanse 
Born to bio-litigate our path to appease you. 
Carve out your path led by the rift through the impure 
Hold us navigate us through your transcending terror cleanse 

The noble dare to mourn when they take apart the unclean 
Bow to the limb 
We are wide awake and waiting 
Guided by the book that found us deep within the liminal 
We have found the writing of the glorious new leviticus 
Let the rift decide your ending 
May the limb open your body and lift you up into the gaping light
Die or rise up 
The teaching of the old and dated ways of the Leviticus 
are buried with the dead remains of all the people that believed it 
Ascend above the critical fear provoking and unrighteous men 
Cower flee and hide the meek and blinded bipeds 
that deny the reich of the divine appendage 

Denial is the one and only step the fleeting many take 
to repudiate their fate

All who trust the grand divide will be rained upon 
by the mechanical veins of the new god 

They will beg and mourn and cry let it never dull the blade 
Know you're right and never let the cries of others make you falter
Tear the vacant non believer then be carried up to glory 
Grant to us your spine that we may fly 
All who trust the grand divide will be rained upon 
by the mechanical veins of god 

Teachings of the old and dated ways of the Leviticus 
are Buried with the dead remains of all that believed it


Limb of the leviticus 
Born to bio-litigate 
We have read the liminal 
Take us up into your rift 
Guide us to the fount of the inverted obelisk 
We will never be the hunter
Let us not be replicated after life in the ladder 
Impale us to be your weapon 
Carry us beyond the earth
All who trust in the grand divide 
will be rained upon 
by the mechanical veins of the new god

Limb of the leviticus 
Born to bio-litigate 
We have read the liminal 
Take us up into your rift 
Guide us to the fount of the inverted obelisk 
We will never be the hunter
Let us not be replicated after life in the ladder 
Impale us to be your weapon carry us beyond the earth

In the attic hid by rot
The ulcer took my father into hell
Into the glass kairos infection 
A portal into the young limbs hunger 

Melted sands of time built before earth mimicking life 
Opening the gate into the seven kings reflective backward 

Behold the frame of all things gone and not yet made 
You can be the catalyst to unveil its grandeur
These are the words my father told me

Death will run when it sees your reflection
Beyond the coat of metal that the pane adheres to
is a land uncharted unlike any you could dream of

None could brace for the galactic impact of what came

Immediately teleported into the mirror 
my father was taken but his image remained 

Gone for days or eons I waited
Then Finally when I climbed down the ladder of the attic 
I found my family dead and rotted 

What had made them paralyzed and locked in contorted positions?

Is this real life or am I trapped in an endless dead reflection?
A flood of new memories hits me
I had reshaped their limbs and then left them
Was this the mirror's will ?
I'm crawling back into the attic to deadbolt it 

Deadbolt the Reflective Backward



I can't leave them here like this
My conscience will not let me 
Did my mother want a burial or cremation? 

I will dig a pit beside the fig tree 
where she'd lay to relieve her pain 
I'll bury my siblings with her. 

And I remain but the rest are gone 
Their death incepted at the very second 
that my father exhumed the enemy of linear time 
The outside is gone 
The backward will not let me leave

I carry all their bodies into the kitchen 
Lifting up the curtain finding only black beyond the window 
I break the glass and a wretched light 
drowns me in a vibrant blinding ocean 
I fill up with a dark and viscous liquid 
next to my mother brother and my sister 
They woke to drowned for decades with me in this well
Living an eternity in the ulcer
How do I escape to deadbolt the backward hell?

We're one and the same 
I and the refracting entity 
One and the same
Split by the edge of the prism in front of me
I sink into pain
Knowing they're gone up there But remain alive here 

I pull the black out of my mouth and climb the attic ladder





The glass had taken over 
My father melting in it 
Writhing and raveling
Vomiting up his skin 
Turning into towers of sinew 
His many eyes twitching in agonized unison 

Hold the frame of all things gone and not yet made 
You can be the catalyst to unveil its grandeur
These are the words my father told me

Death will run when it sees your reflection
Beyond the coat of metal that the pane adheres to
is a land uncharted unlike any you could dream of

None could brace for the galactic impact of what came
Open the refracting ulcer 
Unlock the reflective backward 
Gone for days or eons I waited
Open the refracting ulcer 
Unlock the reflective backward 

Now the black lake will live inside me 
One endless wave pulsing underneath the surface of my eyes 

Deadbolt the reflective backward

Too fast to die

Lift me limb from rotting land tonight 
into your falling astral sea
Nor the nailed feet into the ground 
nor the sand and blood we eat 
will ever weigh us down enough
to bring us aid this eve 
The sky has come to claim a debt from me

Did you keep us watch for the end of man
Centuries gone in a second 
Let your cable down into the last alive to cauterize their death
Lest we beg to fall 
deny our weak mechanic build 
and not embrace your righteous nail driven in us to fast to die

We climb out raw from the immortal pit 
With mud in our mouths and spitting up teeth and guilt 
The symphony of razor cables cut through clouds and vocal chords 
at the fleeting speed of silence 
to reignite the violent inner biting chorus that sings and belts and yells
in a voice that's too fast to die 

Centuries gone in a second 
Taken up into the air 
beyond the speed of silence 
Centuries per second

I saw the limb coming down from a hole in the world 
Entering your head replacing your spine 
Lifting you up by the skin of your openings 
Guiding you along a turbulent killing wind

One life at a time 
Ending with the one inside of yourself 
Removing your womb with your hands 
Wailing away in the air on the strand of leviticus 
Opening yourself up 
Ending our son in a frantic self c section
You ravenously bit into his head and fed on him above me 
Crying dripping and retching in pain 

My bloodline raining down upon me as you ate our newborn 
You were choking down his organs begging me to help you 
What kind of god would make a mother feed upon their own young
Reverted back to a sick animal brain 
yet with a conscience to know that it's self destructive hunger was inflicted by the sky

It kept you awake
I witnessed you rise
With The wicked and innocent 
young and the nearly gone 
taken up to fast to die 

Cauterized and lifted 
Taken up to fast to die 
Taken into the unknown 

When the omni limb had brought you back to life inside the ladder 
I thought this hell could one day end but we can never die of hunger 
I took you out among the ruin and flayed you for the red goliath 
Now the sky will not re-open 
And now I feed on blood and sand

Redialate 
Re-open  
Release your empyrean leech 

Then I found the few that read the new leviticus 
They taught us how to call the liminal in by handing in the mind 
Hand in your mind 

Now I stand on empty shore 
Expelling the red and white that I have for too long inhaled
and beg the hand to enter my empty head and column 

Finally the ulcer opens 
Cutting the air the cable glides 
I bow my head and feel the piercing arm tunnelling into my crown
Guiding hand enter and take me into your vast and boundless sky 
Lift me into the kings reflection 
Let me rise to fast to die 

Redialate
Re-open  
Release your empyrean leech 

I land and find no light to greet me
Only our cold wet bodies melding 
The arm took none of us to bliss
It filled us all with vile liquid 
To writhe In a landfill of the lifted
I sink into a mound of bloated victims
To eternally drowned in undead waste  
The limb is gone yet we remain 

Redialate 
Re-open  
Release your empyrean leech