21 reasons to die
First the one we all feared, Luc Damion the furi,
ruled the earth, in contradiction with God.
Now just a little child on the threshold of damnation of men.
21 now rule the earth, disguised as grumpy old man.
Wizards with fame, fallen angels some man say.
Cloaked among people their works collide
with the resurrection of mystics in men.
“Ah”, would the philosopher say, “is that not the burden of men”.
but no one knows how the wizards play…
Marco
Silent air
It works like a silveren crystal
breaking things to see.
preparing, transforming,
a brief everlasting scene.
One on one on one it builds
a tower to be raised.
I sense a shivering tense,
a moment amazed…
Marco
Night of sanity
Foot by foot, name by name,
deeper, slower, more pain.
Inside insanity breaks a wall.
Walk slowly in the netherworld
and seek what calls.
Older, fouler than evil,
deeper in the earth, in suspension.
The mind hurts, dreaming, seeing, believing
a truth. The truth is ours.
Immortal deceiving.
The waters weep, the tree no heart,
the falcon sweeps vision apart.
A night with no shadow.
The dream of morning light, ends.
An end to reason, and to order.
Forget all that has been.
Another wonder has been seen.
Wide open, deep truth, slow death,
no pain, close range, no lights.
The falcon sweeps vision apart.
The dream of morning light, ends.
Further it goes, the cancer grows in side us all,
closed in by illusions, closed they say it is closed.
Death ends, spiral, circle down.
Foot by foot, name by name,
deeper, slower, more pain.
Inside insanity breaks a wall.
Walk slowly in the netherworld
and seek what calls.
Seek out a light and pull it down inside your mind.
Wear this crown, never cease, never hush, never creep down.
We are at the end of reason, and to order.
Forget all that has been.
Another wonder has been seen.
Marco
for Cryonic Tears
Messiah at the end of time
A red, golden blaze sends a greeting through the sky
One land stands up from the lava
One man kneels and shouts why?
These are the times that stars explode
That no life remains a token
These are the hours of weeping
The times the gates of chaos open
From the eye of terror the heresy has come
The unfolding of the eldest plan of time
As one man carries all burden of life
He doesn’t understand this unwritten rhyme
“Why, why this failure, why this Golgotha?”
In burning pain he shouts the ancient line
“My god, my god why has thou forsaken me?”
Standing at the beginning of nothing
The messiah at the end of time
The shivering tension of the surface,
These are the days counted for as none
No-one feels the blood, red tears of Gaia
The end completes all that has begun
One rock stands as solid as night
The floating point in this endless stasis
The one, the only, bears all minds, all souls
He lurks, beholds, doesn’t understand this nemesis
Why, why this failure, why this Golgotha?”
In burning pain he shouts the ancient line
“My god, my god why has thou forsaken me?”
Standing at the beginning of nothing
The messiah at the end of time
Stars, holes, deep black infinity
The holding grasp of all that has been
Is now transforming in release
Into something that can’t be seen
The imploding waves paint the skies
As he looks up, now within him no doubt
The answers come, the silence roars
As he knows why, he fades out…
Marco, Sander
for Cryonic Tears
