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Via Peccatum
08:26
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An ashen mound of sins pouring from my mouth
Collapsing, I pray
"Spare Thy blaze, concealed by veil
And find me here, wailing beneath the angels, ornaments of stone
Clawing the dirt, writhing with laceration
Utter dejection, vile disdain
Condemn me to burn in Sheol forever and ever
Guilty, ashamed of all I am, worthless"
Every hope and thing of peace etched in tombs beneath brown moss
Wilting, rotting, preaching silence's sermons
Spirits crushed
Grief unrelenting
Wearisome
Who can fathom these depths?
None
Father above, One of many names
Hear Your children plea to be saved
And reach out with deliverance for every shallow and contrite heart
Pulling into the mire of the deep where footholds are none, where dreams go numb
Tongue cleaves to palate and throat is parched
Horizons become as blackened lines
Curling fingers to shun the light
With a loathsome kiss the umbras will declare an oath
"Tremble, you of little faith
For these are the plans we have for you:
Anathemas to harm, strongholds to ruin
Traverse the paths leading astray as dread overwhelms you
And throw away your every virtue and we will sanctify them into miseries
Remain in the shadow of many wings raising you to malice"
The sting of death, the power of sins
Forging a blade to separate from the love of God
Lowering heads and tragic ends where all fall short of the glory of Him
Afflicted and crushed
Perplexed and driven to despair
Persecuted and forsaken
Struck down, concluding anguish
Jubilance suffers this devotion of marring Thy temple
Forbidden repentance from all I commit, all I embrace:
The sackcloth for skin, the ashes for hair and the smile of gritting teeth
Yearning for miracles of grace
They never come, so hold and heal
As before, you never abandon
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Via Poenitentiam
04:18
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In Mary's heart, a thousand daggers
Bring Him close to you with abounding love
From wounds like sockets, divinity's blood trickles onto your skin
Where it seeps into your veins in harmony
A clasping of hands as Mother and Son
Speak to me though no sound can leave Your mouth
Pierce our hearts as your own
And makes us sob right beside you for the death of your beloved Son
And show us the meaning of this decease as we lay down in decay
Our questions met by quietude, we come to conclude there is no other purpose than this:
That all was put on this earth to adore His corpse
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Via Fastidium
09:22
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Walk unpardoned
Walk with guilt
Walk with hate
Through churches, abandoned
Where relics of hope may haunt
And angels may bury their faces for the lust of men
Oh, the bliss of this glorious thought
That my sin, in whole, shall be nailed to flesh to bear forevermore
Oh, praise the Lord!
For He is good
Eli! Eli! Lama sabachthani!
Jesus crying on Golgotha as persona of embedded regrets
Imago Dei, ridden with Thy faults
When You gaze upon me looking into void
Do You remember Your personal plagues?
Those things You could conjure (the wisdoms of good and evil)?
Be still when You rest Your head and haste my departure
Omit my existence as I pass the arches
Where screams are mute of the prodigals that never returned home
Heed not aromas of burning carrion nor evaporating tears from the oceans of fire
They will kindle as effigies for Thy vices
Amen
Conviction hurts as gripping thorns
Sundered via dolorosa
Hallelujah!
Every sound but the crackling, drowned
Every feeling but caressing flame, gone
And it feels as though this always was
The second death is sempiternal
Oh, praise the Lord!
For He is good
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