Butcher of Heaven

Ash falls in ritual silence Shadows crawl across the sky Voices swell from broken clouds As heaven prepares to break The ground tears itself open The air grows heavy and still I step forward through the collapse Carrying the end of belief Cathedrals bend under pressure Stone ribs snap inward Saints dissolve into dust Their prayers rot in my throat I speak in absolute ruin Each word fractures light Faith collapses in slow Wings tear and scatter Haloes split and burn Voices twist into screams Heaven bleeds through the floor No god moves fast enough No mercy survives here I erase the sky in moments And leave nothing behind I am the weight That belief cannot lift I am the pause Before everything snaps Gold turns to rust Names turn to noise Every sacred sound Is crushed into silence THE SKY DROPS — THE GROUND GIVES — HEAVEN HITS THE VOID DRAG IT DOWN DRAG IT DOWN THRONES — SPLIT CROWNS — MELT ANGELS — ERASED NO LIGHT NO SKY ONLY PRESSURE I walk through fields of broken wings Each step final and cold Scripture peels from the air As silence learns fear The gates cave inward Under unbearable force Stars flicker and die One by one Voices rise and overlap Twisting into hatred The sky strains and fractures As heaven loses balance STOP — DROP — ERASE THE SKY NO JUDGMENT NO REBIRTH ONLY THE END HOLD — BREAK — DESTROY EVERYTHING HEAVEN WAS BUTCHERED