Literature
The Hanged Man
Brother Bruno,
Giordano,
may I ask why they burned you?
Did it hurt?
The flames licking away flesh,
air plucked from your lungs.
I know.
In your arrogance
they made you a martyr
to Hermetic justice
Igne Natura Renovatur Integra
turning your world upside-down.
I hope I could find your courage,
facing death at the hands
of the church.
I cant even imagine.
Theres just no telling
the faithful to know,
I mean really know.
That this life is an illusion
seeping into all aspects of existence
in a vast confusion
of elemental fusion.
They dont believe
in metaphor,
not anymore,
not with the Lord.