For it is to be what is human

To navigate with your instincts as if it

Were they last day of life and your opiate addiction



Supreme and sole survivor, of existence

To whom you all are ignorant slaves

Hearken! Hear the prophecy and acknowledge

The truth of the unholy and profane



Fluids that run the body and mind

Are the mark and stigmata of the carrion kind?



May your semen be spilt to the earth

For there, to be feasted on

By its maggots and worms

The nature and blood has determined

For what we must strive

The instinct gate will open at last

As here it is written



Breathe not until that day

Breathe not until that day



When the scent

Of our nature can be

Breathed

As the breath of a god