Locust Leaves fall ptosi

So she climbs
The endless stone marked by
Seasons of distress
To it she gives
Her fingers and her flesh
Torn away in a million gusts
Mutilated to our name
Forever closer to the top
This monument to human genius
With force it takes
More and more
So she can hear
His voice
I turned and saw it
The eye is on it
I see it strain
Its pity significance
It's not enough
You're not enough
You don't deserve petition
Impostor, your ablation rots
Stillborn
Stillborn
Stillborn
Your blood must flow
For those below
That wither in the mire
Can you touch me
With your protrusions
What do your gestures mean
Your limbs I take
Offering
So it's decreed
The sun will burn you
Your cursed breast sliced
Inside the eye of
The Innumerable
Is this the light
That you thought
In your mind
That you would extinguish
Where is your silver want?
Your stars have drowned
They never existed
Tricked by my
Reflection
Want is not power
Want is not power
Your want my power denies
Your lips, offering
To my crown
I sear your ugly genitals
And still you speak
-Ηβη
How dare you invoke
And covet her service?
You have served not
Insolence
Delusion
A fantasy of fate
For this, I take your eyes
Man has gazed up to my expanse
For millenea, they made petition
Man killed for truth
Screaming their endless plight
To terror I answered
Construing through Logos they ammased
Their scrutiny of science
The blood in their hearts
Called out all the same
I answered
And as through digital doctorine
A billion hands tore hearts
On faded keys and lonely screens
They asked
I answered
You don't deserve petition
Your silver blood is weak
You have only yourself to kill
For me
Your question is no question
For if it were you'd know
The answer from the first word
You know it
Man is man
And woman's not
Mourn for life
And death will come
In shadows, your respite
You are my plaything
And I am God
The Phallus of Logic
My decree
The globe's tall curve
I rape forever
Your question
You demand
Absurd
For how
Could a curve
Reduced to meat
And spine
Still you climb
Your bleeding hole
Still cries out her name
I take your tongue
-ηηηη
Silence! Shapless, faceless pulp!
You are nothing! There is nothing of you left!
Fall to the depths of my foundation, abomination!
Drown in the swamps of my ejaculation!