HERESIES is a kaleidoscopic witch’s brew that wraps its verse tentacles around the mythologies and deviances of the ages.
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The hours before dawn
When matters become clear
Bones bleached white by rain and time
The only reality is the idea
She counts her heartbeats and says:
I’m afraid of nothing
The comfortable numbness of the modern world
Where all imagination is dead
Pale faces void of passion yet full of material longings
New gods stand watch
Where are the lunatic hermits?
Where are the holy men peddling absolution?
Bathrooms smelling of Lysol
Television static and two rivaling moths
Plastic crosses liquid-nailed to stucco walls
A lost child
An abandoned car
Blood on the ground yet no corpses
The desert has a way of whetting our appetites
For lust and darkness
A piano solo and licking flames
If you want to eat you must kill
If you want heat you must burn
And believe in things that never happened
Silent cries in abandoned villages
There is no choice but to love
The mountains are black
And tell us nothing
The cause of death they said was life
La vida no significa nada