The Day After Trinity
On the day divinity rejects the order, They'll bend the mirrors back unto the gift of fire That reflects in the master's eye. They'll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer, Feast or Famine, The wage of sin is Death. Hold them like a teething child. And show them the sins of their fathers. Waste them, and their waste to the world. And collapse, as madmen lead the blind. "Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how do your gardens grow?" A failed womb, of their ART. Early ripe, early rotten. And the world is rotten; like a fallen fruit. Ring the war chime. Violently project it inside The fanged chasm; A hellscape collosass That bleeds them like fucking swine. [And] On the day divinity rejects the order. They'll bend the mirror back where at last They'll drag the whore through the sceptered isle. They'll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer. On the day that never ends, At Jornada del Muerto At this tilting plateau of diminishing grace, Salvation is sought where the sun yields No sanctuary.
Submitted by The Void — Jul 21, 2026