LIVE GALLERY: Incineration Festival 2025
I am a dying God coming into human flesh.
I am a dying God coming into human flesh.
Far too young to simply make your peace, far too old to not keep promises.
Rattling voices linger in the haze, erstwhile bright flames now dimmed and cold.
All life is temporary, what lasts is consciousness.
In search of the triumph beyond obsidian euphoria.
When you come to me, I see you wanting heat.
Our blood oils the machine, we’re going to watch it burn.
Pupils constrict, iris illuminating iridescent hydrated leaves of green.
Please don’t pull up the drawbridge.