Abrasive Swirling Murk - Deathspell Omega

There are places

Not to be found but to be recognized

They sheltered a fire

The fire wherein the acts of God

And the acts of men were to melt and merge

Making it a a senseless chore

To distinguish the human from the divine

God resides in such places

And it is where He conspires

At the devastation

Of what took him so long to accomplish

It is where the sentence matured and was declared

In joint responsibility

Yet, wasn’t this an act of compassion?

Like the shooting in the head

Of a horse with a broken leg

Your cry of revolt and disbelief —

A brief caesura in the slowing heartbeat of the world

As if a horrible new pain

Had been given birth in abomination —

Surges in vain to face the inexorable

Leaving behind but a meager comfort:

There is no exemption for the offspring

Of this withered womb

Not even for Chaos itself

Who can reap the meaning

Of this unstinted negation of centuries and millions

Before it sinks within the infinite depths of that dun ocean?