Brown Bird - Seven Hells

The seventh hell inside us impales and divides us And scatters our skin with the seed Of our deeds devoured, on other worlds showered As our demon celestials bleed The seventh heaven’s promise, the Gospel of Thomas The Shahadat’s secrets are saved As the dead and the sleeping still fear a flesh reaping And gather their gold for the grave In bonds of conscience respiration fails Blind suffocation proceeds By floodwaters swallowed, the proprium of whales Shed these lung spires and breathe Eyes end in flames and the brow settles Sunk cheek to jaw Lips forming shame and the mind’s metal Floods one and all Laws of men lay claim to all those without shame Who enlighten themselves with the lies That our souls are bound to the deafening sounds As the megaphones fill up the skies In bonds of conscience respiration fails Blind suffocation proceeds By floodwaters swallowed, the proprium of whales Shed these lung spires and breathe Eyes end in flames and the brow settles Sunk cheek to jaw Lips forming shame and the mind’s metal Floods one and all No sacred sound remains unscathed despite the fall No shouting shafts of light are saved No demon’s peace prescribed for pain to one and all No foul façade left saving face