One Cross - Black Arts
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To scratch the skin, to hack the leather
To compose a mask not for hiding, but to reflect your inner horror
Needles running over skin, twinges and wounds
A red dragon slides through a buttery body
Are we bandits or are we saints?
We are exiled, outcasts
We are free
in the world
and tied to our own appetites
We are addicted to the flow
Looseness of the whole body, discipline of hands
Firmness of posture. Specialized violence
Black arts
Black arts
Black and gray merge in a wide palette
A broad array of light and shade
Anchors, dragons, skulls and bones, shadows
Spears, knifes, swords, maces, weapons dripping blood
Signals of a tribe through space and time
Cosmic prospects stand upon us
Eagerness for the fallout
Ardor for completeness
Naked women, churches and orthodox crosses
Numbers and letters, cryptic matter
White steel cross the scars of a criminal
Deadly symbols over the skin of a pauper man
Flowers combined with death
Spears, knifes, swords, maces, weapons dripping blood
A totenkopf rolls over a chrysanthemum