Forgiveness in Rot

Better left by fate's angelic crusades
Accompany lashings with tears
The glory of gods and their jealousy
To raise the whip in divine interest
Answer inservitude

Water-raising hair
Lavabeds crushed in mercurial bone
Grey blood of ancient dressing
Stains the skin of the elder ripe

Ripping feelers
In christening, blaspheme
To lay emotional waste
And numb the fireborn in forgiveness
No god forgives

Honour in conquer
Requires the deluded wished beyond this anthem
To blaze a chapter nested deep
Patience within bleaker dimensions