We are the last
of the
ostracized.

We are lepers from Necropolis,
with luminous sores - come to walk
among the unforgiving innocent.

We are hieratic
stones that mark
a trail to divinity
that knows no
mediocrity.

We are the
nightmare
and cuirass
of terminal
souls.

We are the delicate,
immortelles flowers
of creation's jewellery
and dwell within the
mouldering caverns
of apocalyptic chaos.

We are often troubadours,
minstrels and poets from
hallucinatory immortality
museums on the moon.

We reject gods because
they reject our sacerdotal
dominion over gods.

We are the magical
diseased who feed
upon the blue-burn
fire of stars.

We are the watchers
of the withered minds
who try and quantify
our grandiosity.

We are meteoric Eros -
god of delirious libidos
on a zodiac carousel.

We are pre-eminent progeny
of preternatural wombs.

We are the rhythm
of redemption and we
own the gates of Hell.

We are sub-atomic multiples
of quantum lepton galaxies;
an altruistic magmatic,
regenerative compassion.

We are the messianic
priests awaiting final
apostolic lurch unto oblivion.

We are fearless in the face
of death for death holds no
dominion over the dead.
We are the you in us and the us in you.
We are infinite truth.

We are!