nephilium mortuus

boundaries like pillars of salt riddle the wastelands before us
there are no answers
there are no answers
girding lions in the nephilium
sepulchri nos nobis domine eris
respondeundum est mihi, ne fio mortuus.
respond I must, lest I become as death.
some things are no longer voluntary
Adonai, tuorum non mihi dominst quod liber sum, liber, liberi, libri.
and saying it makes it so
and saying it makes it so
belief strings together pulling us through the gaps
reality spills, etching patterns of pitted scars
explosions on the plains of madness
there are no answers
and saying it makes it so
respond I must, for some things are no longer voluntary
I have become as death
I have become as death
your god is not my master because i am free, i am free, a book, a child.
-cobalt ciar, 1992