Six feet under Eden

Lies the broken bond of

Stone etched birthright.

Damning silence

Choked in human dust.



Petrified in ash of

Stone gates cast down as the

Sword of flame drinks deep

Of traitors' spilling

Blackened blood.



Those who tread before,

Fallen into dark,

Who warn in tongues

Of waking death.



Those who lie below

The pit of Genesis

On stainless blades

And angel flesh.



Here below the shade of

War walk unassuming

Souls bound to the shell of

Frigid flesh and

Tangled vessels.



Numb against reality

In mass entranced belief

Bred by technology.

The agony

So sweet.



"And He drove out the Man,

And at the gates of the Garden of Eden,

He placed the angel

And a flaming sword which turned

Every way to guard the way to

The Tree of Life"



Written on the fallen

Walls of dynasties betrayed

By powers that should

Never be yet

Always have been