Sakura no Hana
As if the tears were rain, rain of acid and sulphur. As if the grief was pain, pain of tears of rejection. Will you wake up trapped in skin?
Salvation of the sulphurous, building reliquaries for the blasphemous, from the wormeaten crucifix. Rebellion of the iniquitous, building sanctuaries upon the dust, of the blackened bones of the crucified.
As if life was infinite, an infinite yearning for redemption. As if we were born to serve, to serve the self-proclaimed prophets.
There must be an end, an end without new beginnings. There shall be a war, a war that lasts forever. There shall be a storm, a storm that ends all faith. And with the end the birth of eternity.
Will you wake up trapped in skin? You have been seen by the gaze of time!
Salvation of the sulphurous, building reliquaries for the blasphemous, from the wormeaten crucifix. Rebellion of the iniquitous, building sanctuaries upon the dust, of the blackened bones of the crucified.