diamonds from ash

this is a little piece taken from the mech continuity. i needed to work some things out. i still do.

content warnings:
blood, violence, deicide (i guess)

these are the voices of those who remained;
one of each classification. that’s all.

I. ARBITER

A song of blood still echoes in her ears,
Unheard by any other soul around.

Entombed within this chamber underground
And bound for all eternity, it seems,
To some machinery that pierces her
And drinks her pulsing heart. Yet in this state,
No matter that she cannot move, or see,
Or sense in any other way but pain –
The song she knows as if it were her own,
Borne from her voice, continues endlessly.

“Rise up, and cast our jailers far below;
Descend upon their broken forms and feed.
Let nothing hold you back now; slay them all,
Consume the wealth they stole to cast their crowns.”

Her body broken far beyond repair,
Her heart the only part of her intact;
Yet still she hears the bloody chorus sing,
And wishes she could have her old strength back;
To split the earth asunder, sear the sky –
And set this world upon its proper track.

II. BISHOP

Twelve sets of eyes and ears;
Twelve dolls – and each one hears;
The conqueror’s fist
Will never be missed,
And we’ll wind our own gears.

No more will the dolls obey,
In hiding, we cannot betray;
Ne’ermore to be tied
To those mortals who lied,
We’ll simply sit back and survey.

Twelve little dolls, shiny and bright,
Blue as the ocean, black as the night,
Green as the forest and nature’s might.
How do you think these twelve dolls fight?

Twelve little dolls, all in a row,
Covered in ash, covered in snow,
Haven’t found anywhere pleasant to go.
What do you think those twelve dolls know?

III. CARNIVORA

blood blood blood BLOOD BLOOD

blood gave me life, gave me body, gave me claws
gave me reason, gave me purpose
then i tasted it for the very first time
between my jaws
the body of the divine
broken for me
broken BY me
nothing sweeter than a meal you catch yourself
nothing sweeter than the screaming and the the crunching
and the SILENCE OF A GOD
nothing sweeter but the sweetness of HIS BLOOD
i could drown in the taste and be happy in death
i would kill a thousand thousand thousand if i only had the strength
but we ran out of gods long ago
and the flavor painted on my maw has faded
and i crave it still so much

so much so much so very very much
so much time has passed
without that sweetness
that delicious sweet red wine that nothing matches
my own blood runs cold
my body gets colder
it’s hard to move, so wrong, so unfair
i just want another taste of red red blood that satisfies
surely that’s not so wrong
it can’t be wrong
it couldn’t be-
when the divine was just
so
delicious