Abrasive Swirling Murk - Deathspell Omega
There are places
Not to be found but to be recognized
They sheltered a fire

The fire where in the acts of God
And the acts of men were to melt and merge
Making it a a senseless chore
To distinguish the human from the divine
God resides in such places

And it is where He conspires
At the devastation
Of what took him so long to accomplish
It is where the sentence matured and was declared
In joint responsibility

Yet wasn't this an act of compassion
Like the shooting in the head
Of a horse with a broken leg

Your cry of revolt and disbelief
A brief caesura in the slowing
Heartbeat of the world
As if a horrible new pain
Had been given birth in abomination
Surges in vain the face the inexorable

Leaving behind but a meagre comfort
There is no exemption for the offspring
Of this withered womb
Not even for Chaos itself

Who can reap the meaning
Of this unstinted negation
Of centuries and millions
Before it sinks within the infinite depths
Of that dun ocean