The Tree is piercing the souls through..
Wails of impaled hangedmen
are mirrored in bitter menstruations of Abysm,
anointed on xyloid phallus of Celestials` will.
Ipsation cult of frigid ones
who crave venomous saps of the bliss,
who drag the cross to the Tree,
outgrown from reveries..
Obitus Arbor Gratia
ulcer in the stem inclined and oppressed..
the falling Tree of Grace..
Denial of the promised Bread
by That who originally abhors the stench of Being!
Devouring the dirt that sucked his heel in,
who vomits out feathers of the Winged!
Exhaustion of the lepers..
Anathema upon the fiend..
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