Shutter At The Gates

False Prophets

You drove me here, a rapturous ossuary, left at the gates of Thanatos. The wound hives with infection, rejecting the knife until it sleeps again. The last thing I can remember, an alibi for my memory, the prison, an empire that never ends. Sliced hot across the surface, the dark heart still beating with black lungs dragging behind. Are they make believe, please take this veil from me, reveal the picaresque heart of the hero to come and save me.

– Josh Fleming

Inspired by and words rearranged from: Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt, by The Mars Volta

Image by: Ralph Steadman, False Prophets

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