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Sol Invictus.

Sol Invictus.

For I sit here and ache with the angels, as darkness brings the winter,
Breath visible to the black satin sky, whilst the devil feeds from a sinner,
Trembling, emotionless to this deity in which  my saving grace,
Divinity in nothingness, cast no shadow on the rest of my days.

For heavy burden credo songbird will reach again, unconquered from fallen angels, 
I mourn among the whispering temptations of satanism, yet I burn with these demons,
Pulsating, vibrating, hearing my own symphony from the underbelly, 
Salvation, redemption, quiet are the screams that shower down to the many.

Devour my body to drench you in devil's lust, 
For the sun god I'm naked, in my soul I trust,

Now?
As they fall,

"Non ea sentio" I don't feel them,

Sol Invictus...

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Wayne Stubbs

Thank you, I'm certainly digging deep and trying to get to that poetic place again xx 

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Being Me

I have lost my poetic place... I am working on something at the moment ... but it may not even come to anything.  Looks like you have found yours xx

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Wayne Stubbs

I'm sure it'll come rushing back, with an exquisite talent like yours, it may stray but it's always there xx 

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