I, Saviourre

by Occult Fan

All hail the SatanChrist

for I have found You

in my heart

ripped gaze past the veil

the piecemeal sensory

quarks for disturbing the microtubules

a canon of myst and mystery

I have no fear

this ego is nonexistent

no water for the drought in the desert

hold my hand that holds your heart and heal thy hatred

I physician

I monster

I cavalier

I saviourre