Satan’s Authoriry

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Oh, heat, heat.

I sit upon a heavy slab.
My breath is white in the dark.
The subjects have all departed.
Only the dust remains to bow.
Only the dust, the iron crown binds my soul.
My heart is a mountain of song.
I have gained the entire world, but the marrow has turned to
the marble creeps up my limbs.
I am a statue of my greed.
No pulse beneath the heavy velvet.
No water for the parched throat. Water.
God. God. Do you hear the void calling?
Is this the pinnacle of man? To rule a kingdom of silence to watch the sun go black.
The iron crown binds my skull. My heart is a mountain of salt. I have gained the
entire world. But the marrow is turned to fra
absolute nothingness stones.
Nothing cold.