Rites Of Scepter Passage
by RObert Gass (aka Imagines Vinco aka Ultionem Vinco)
The role to grow with habits plain of blades
In astral bent on rape taboo to see
The window outward looking down for raids
With savage needs to violate the free.
The entry into flesh imbues the boor
With lust of seeing life to close the gate
And enter trap as black for closing door
To state of bitter fate a slave in hate.
The uniform to bind the evil state
In darkness left alone forgotten one
To lose his status drained to enervate
The force and feed the suns of lords as one.
The boors to fall for scepters over fun
Inherent terror over victims done.
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