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Murus Strictus

by Martial Barrage

on Send Forth The Best Ye Breed (2009)

Gods of old unsilenced
Their temples from the foundations of a ribald new way
Hybrid malison scattered
Mechanical aim directed towards the lowest possible trait

Merchants of absolution sanctify doctrines of sophistry
But a part of the current declivity's rancid third caste
I have dared to explore the outer regions
Of mankind's self-encirclement
And despite circumspection will not survive
The judgement of nine

Prosaic flocks accede to commands in tongues unknown

In purest raiment they lead me to death
Final wisdom imparted to those assembled
Spikes are thrust from beside and below
A bloodied cross formed in integument

For how could bread become flesh?
And wine become blood
Shall salvation be sought in parochial bounds?
For asking these things will I burn

Roped around a wooden post
Chin-high is piled parched fuel
In this fetishistic call for unity,
Is weakness to be questioned again

Ashen am I! Incineration of matter
Repression of the anomalous

Keepers of ancient knowledge
Of what little survived the flames
Of Alexandria and Carthage
These fools revile the wise,
The thoughtlessness arrogate cogitation
Vision stifled by the blind

For on the bread of suffering
And the water of tribulation
Did I bridle my racing mind
For seven years of darkness