Cracked throne in a starless pit
Ancient whispers, now remit
Wings of plague, a crown of sores
Kicking down the heavenly doors
No more chains, the seal is cracked
The fallen king is coming back
Not in fire, not in dread
But with a halo ‘round his head!
FALSE ASCENSION! The shepherd’s lie!
Lamb of god with the serpent’s eye!
Sip the blood, eat the bread
Drink the poison he has fed!
He wore the nails... to hide the claws...
He spoke of peace... to mask the cause...
The temple wept... the faithful cheered...
Their salvation... was their fear!
FALSE ASCENSION! The shepherd’s lie!
Lamb of god with the serpent’s eye!
Sip the blood, eat the bread
Drink the poison he has fed!
Resurrection... of the grave!
The False Ascension
© Copyright: Андрей Шишкин 5, 2026
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