Do Not Speak Of It Until The Gun Is Fired

Thralldom

Out of breath - blood flowing from the war wounds
On the run - the smoking mirror is on the horizon
Inside the corridor of (all) chemical visions
Underneath the plot/perfect shot/perfect blaze
In the last days of Lucifer and the first of his sons
Hail one bullet - feel the might of lightning
A single thought - an infinitely repeating bolt
The ancients will whisper in the ear of the corpse
Tearing a hole, wide as the sky into the subconscious
Of the Christian paradigm
Perfection of resistance let the cosmic famine begin

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