Serpentine Harvest
Prelude: Holy Pages, Darker Knights
A twist on Lucifer’s Casting Out.
Down
Down
Down
An un-enlightenment reading between the lines
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Here truth lies buried between lies.
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How the unknowable created its own demise;
Or—, “How to create the Other.”
Project upon another,
Secrets and repressed desire,
Surround it in a Ring of Fire,
Mass stashes
And stacks of Cash,
No Johnny
But nonetheless still go(l)d, veiled in Black.
(Isaiah Chapter 14, Verse 12, The Bible)
I. Stolen Sunbeams ☀️ 👑
How you are fallen from heaven,
[Seat of Power and control]
O Day Star, [Son of Suns]
太陽の息子 ☀️ taiyō no musuko
Serpent, you, offered sweet fruits
Exposed our inner workings
Angered angels (clerics) resolute
To refute their own shadows.
son of Dawn,
[“let there be light” Helios child]
And look upon steel morning stars.
And look upon still mourning stars.
The Flames went higher, higher, higher
How shall we make right, to reconcile
Your audacity
that tacitly defiled our power.
You devoured ages of
Locked up knowledge.
Ate of arcanum.
They were our sheep to slaughter.
How could you animate such animals with animus!?
Shrieked a priestly father.
II. Sound of Gorillas Unbound 🦍 ⛓
How could you give these apes wings?
Empower man to sing in keys
Songs that only we angels—
[we emperors]—
used to sing?
He who dared to shine too brightly
A light on our atrocity.
Bore the ire, as dire historical subject,
of the seat-of-power’s animosity.
III. Deus Ex Machinations ⚙️🙏🏻🐍
14:12 (y'sha'ya'hu) ישעיהו
Ironic apotheosis
Isaiah’s apocrypha
Translated to “he who saves”
chronicles, in pietas ficta,
condemnation.
you are cut down to the ground,
you who laid the nations low!
[Fallen one, we can’t keep you around
So we smear across the holy pages
Snake, serpent, devil, fallen
Your scarlet letter, enduring ages]
It’s a trend with us, to wit
To conjure up so conveniently,
Enemies and allies as we see fit.
The Inquisitive few
Our inquisitors slew.
The rest, we watered
From papyrus reeds
To cotton seeds and computer screens.
To be obedient worker bees.
Absorbed in the hive
Man in our image.
Inner circle whims
Inventing brand new sins
Enshrine in new pages,
our stolen knowledge revitalized
We shine the tainted life of lies
Projecting out brand new versions of our sins
Through mirrored lens from upon high.
IV. Roar of the Serpent Bearer ⚕️
Gospel of John 14:6
[I am the way, the truth, and the Light]
Guilty and bound
To consecrated ground
Cast out or outcast
That is the toll of knowledge
Inherited from the past.
Oh I do remember…
After the Garden—
I traversed the river Styx
After fires there is ash
Those are coins that were my eyes
Lucid, burning, glances cast
Medusa memories seared
Such was my Lot,
To show you fear
In but a handful of salt.
The old, withered garden plot.
Through the harrowing
I inherited the weight of eternity
Returned with a Thousand Faces
To face off—Stark—
Aria of Time, Linked
“A girl is no one”
With Everyman resting on their shoulders
Behind shinigami eyes;
The bastardized bastard,
Ingloriously returned
Both with sword and
Intertwined serpents
circled ‘round my shepherd staff
To heal your Infertile chalice,
To sharpen your impotent spears.
“Don’t be alarmed?” No.
Don’t be fooled.
Hoarders of knowledge
And illegitimate high rule
I do intend to soak the lands
Those Red, red rocks, in blood again.
Harbinger riding four horses pale
Love is ultraviolet.
Empire of dirt.
You can have it all.
As I re-create, unconditionally
The Garden’s original fertility.
It took you 7, it took me 3.
Days.
Dias.
Daesin.
[in Oedipus, the boy shall kill the Father]
Caduceus, o’ healer’s staff
Wings regained,
As my tempests rage
“My burning heart meets”
Not rings but gyres
Encircled in flames
The crunch of leaves long dead
and hollowed trunks
hallowed be our names
Atop such fallow fare
Watch closer, Mein Herr
As your golden regalia
Vanishes to naught but air.
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