Anoint the Martyr (Single)

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released December 3, 2016

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Anoint the Martyr Macon, Georgia

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Track Name: Anoint the Martyr
There It came down the road,
Lead by a procession of donkeys, or asses,
And the congregation laid down leaves
Of cypress,
Dotted with marigolds,
Shouting,
“μακάριοι οἱ πενθοῦντες!”

And at last It appeared,
The Martyr in Its glory.

Its back was bowed with exhaustion,
Its steps slow and shambling.
On Its two arms were written
“SOLVE” and “COAGULA,”
And a pair of horns curled from
Its furrowed brow.
The Martyr carried behind It
An iron weight,
Which was chained to The Martyr’s
Back and shoulders.
The Martyr had been prepared,
A black viscous fluid drooling from
Its lips,
Its ears,
The flagellations on Its back…
Self-inflicted, as is tradition.

The Martyr was brought before
The priest,
And the priest spoke to It.

“Have you made your peace?”
Spake the priest.

And The Martyr could say naught,
For It had already cut out Its tongue.

Yet The Martyr was eager to please,
And dipped Its fingers into the inkwell in Its mouth,
And began to smear words on
The cold tile floor of the temple:

I HAVE MADE MY PEACE,
Scrawled The Martyr;
I HAVE BURNED EVERY BRIDGE ON MY JOURNEY TO THIS PLACE,
AND NONE MAY FOLLOW ME.

“Have you come to terms with this?”
Spake the priest.

THIS IS WHAT I DESIRE,
Scrawled The Martyr;
I WILL REMOVE MYSELF FROM THIS PLACE,
AND WITH MYSELF I WILL UNYOKE YOU ALL FROM MY BURDENS.
YOU WILL ALL REST EASY, AND I WILL SHOULDER THE FALL.

And the priest anointed The Martyr
In blood and gasoline.

The Martyr struck the match.

Thus The Martyr burned,
And flared,
And was smote down
By the hands of an ancient god,
And burdened Its subjects no more.