The River Lethe

The River Lethe
 The Raven sears above as the Serpent stirs below
 And cancerous wombs vomit forth black prodigies before the throne of Saturn
 Behold, These children born with wounded eyes, severed tongues and the death veil adorned
 Who slither upon their bellies towards the Black Sun, flesh withering within the light
 All rot, ruin and decay. Below, blood stained lips wet pious hands in sermon of silence and slumber
 This is the Fall. A choir of dying children upon the ramparts
 The River of Blood flows once more
 And the starving of a thousand begins anew the great feast for the One
 The stricken crawl forth wailing towards the raging streams of chaos
 Unto the gluttony of the Devouring Maw. May the waters swallow them all
 These blind and ruined souls, who wander aimlessly within the labyrinthine walls of pitch
 The Black River swells to receive them
 Oh, great lake of sorrow. The sea of slumber in which the weak and weary are cast
 In which all within struggle for breath with no respite. Poison is what the breathe
 Within the depths of sorrow all shall drown and be undone