The Walking God

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Old School

Laying in the fields

The covered man shows

Underground rituals and catatonic faith

Deceiving morals of an unheard god

Fisting off these transparent words

Resighting the feral ward

Exhaling fear, inhaling faith

Droning to have what isnt real

The covered man walks again



Trickling around in the waters of rebirth

The red spots dissipate so peacefully

And as her beheading...

Her scream echoes like her blood painting the sky

With vibrant faith and distant fear

Incoherent to the ensuement of life

The covered mans eyes are the window

Illuminating with madness and anger



At the seventh stone, the covered man walks

Underneath the skin of this man

Lies all sin of mankind

The beheaded lady, a replica of faith

Emancipating himself in his silhouette of darkness

The covered man shows no more

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