Philosopher Bastard head of the Eucharist 

Seasons have counted backward 

Return the baby to the river 

Wooden raft 

Upstream current of Yahweh's golden piss 

Return the holy flesh of the Nazarene 

Tabernacle of ash 

My side bleeds too 

Please wipe my face with the shroud of impiety 

Are those my lungs in your grasp? 

Because I can breath no more 

With blood-soaked fingers I chisel away at stone 

Uncover 

Rediscover flesh like my own 

Heal me Heal me 

Emasculate 

We have not eaten 

We will not eat again 

Shed the lice great leper lord, because we are blind now too 

Drag the holy remains over my own body 

The perfect fit 

Piety, Euthyphro. Piety 

Smile upon me now 

Heal me