Revenants -

I don’t want to be a man

I want to be held

In the cold embrace of Aamon

I don’t want to be a beast

I want to bathe

In the glorious waters of the Styx

Incubi and Succubi

Infested by Haagenti

Revenants

And a thousand burning Foraii

Men who fear demons

See them all around

Men who become demons

In hell will be crowned

Not sephiroths

Creatures from a distant past

A myth, non-existent

Consuming anxiety

Other beings yet to be conceived

Their appearance long forgotten

As their shapeless dogma

Forbade all depiction

Lipless smiles and fiery piles

Of human flesh — a filthy mess

Empty vessels

Summoned in many shapes

Lurking a path ubiquitous

Forever nameless

Lipless smiles and fiery piles

Towering at ten feet

Revenants pull at your teeth

Slowly disassembled

Pulled from beneath

Every single emotion

Even ones left unspoken

Burning as if corrosive

Damning the moment you were chosen

Ominous constellation mirroring human fear

No sun to worship in the absence of light

All beliefs converge in abyssal conclusions

A horrendous void of innumerable forms