I am Gasoline- Life is the match
I like fire.
I am the revolting decay of it all. I see things as they decompose- as they nourish new life to flourish. The rotting flesh feeds the newborn babe- the youth suck upon the teat of decomposition.
Dua Yinepu- Dua Neb-Het- Father and Mother of darkness. Gods of Death I sing constant praises to you both. The destruction you bring is needed for the new growth to come. Yours is the purple and silver sting of reality- of mortality. You linger here on the edges, harboring the bittersweet knowledge of that which was and that which will be. The lamentations of all that cannot let go of love- the wails of a thousand lovers.
Even those are cut short here in our space. They begin and abruptly end, like cartoons suddenly muted. We have heard all these things a million time before. The sorrow is not lost upon us- that is what we thrive upon- the blood of passion and love.
Silently we circle.
Our patience is endless.
Your flesh will be our feast.