The Book.

The Book

   Of fresh flesh and solid bones
   it crossed the threshold of our homes
   Battling on surface, beneath and above
   Halos dismiss ... rooting thorn diadems
   The given hour serves us right condemned

   Premises
   The written
   The warnings
   The book

   Of fresh flesh and solid bones
   Reigns himself in our homes
   Unholy desires, here and above
   Waltzing between Charybdis and Scylla

   Premises
   The Book.