thirsting waiting i drank a sulphur feast then silently in an instant your flesh become me and i was forlorn my grave rose to the west for centuries long forgotten relentless as the hungry gates of dawn and there admist the rubble of stones and earthly flesh i laughed and served a sulphur feast and still it haunts me drunk with power i striked at the sun engulfed fiery instant gobbling gobbling i devoured the stars my universe torn asunder then as dusk anrawelled the brittle of my bones a shredded mould of obelisques groutesqe i stive beneath the essence derived from mortal men cought between two parallels of death thirsting waiting i sailed a sulphur sea of putrid furios flesh a parody of feasting fools where prophets and madmen walk hand in hand