[Music by Bartsch/Matton March '93]

[Poems by Bartsch February '93]



Black hopelessness

venoms the hidden unholiness

of your withered virgin



speechless remonstration

grinds the arches

of your risen dominion



dark superstition

drinks coagulated blood

of your blasphemic lust



the age of the glorified god

yields to a cold endlessness

which, with vivid stiffness

awaits my resignation



the second coming

the faceless lash

in the unholiness

of my destination