i rose in purest winter. the ripped canvas of the dark sky. fierce i go into the night. as rain runs upon me
my poisoned shell becomes alight. wickedness with beauty
is the devil's hook baited. darkness is loneliness. with shadows tall and grim
and histories inked in sin. i have eaten you. my guilt is dust. st. petersburg revealed to me
its winter palace by the sea
saw my crippled birth. the seduction of plato
offers up one more clue. watching proud with a smile on my face. your holy shiver and fall from grace. all you offer is an empty faith. looking around me
that won't keep you safe. and i am always at your side
crawling black and silent. you do not even truly believe
which makes me proud of what i've achieved. the fortress of humanity
broken now
falls into the sea. now my sins are washed away. for those of you