Violent Constellations

Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods believe they will Dwell amid the heavens forever Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will meet an ardent demise As cruel as any end they’ve overseen “We violent ones, we last longer.” - R.M. Rilke Our barbarism knows no bounds Our blades know not of remorse We will tear them from their strongholds And baptize them with our savagery We will tear them from their strongholds And judge them with eyes enlightened by death “We violent ones, we last longer.” “We violent ones, we last longer.” Our barbarism knows no bounds Our blades know not of remorse Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will beg for a taste of mercy Our ears will fall deaf to their cries Those men who wish to exalt themselves As Gods will cede to our rage Their constellations clouded with the dust of their decay A fist for the visage Of tyranny A blade for the throats Of tyrants