Below the lid of a vast rounded monument

Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes

Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation

And uterine strangulation by the wreaths

Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed

With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down...

Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely

Vinegar stills your child's thirst?

You'd implore to harbour his torment in your chest...

To make this burden yours, but... Sacrilege!

Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will

When even your glance should never leave the soil?



There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus

Angel prick and holy semen,

And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike

Seduced by the father and seducing the son

There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus

A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands



He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption

Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb

With a candle in reverential contemplation

And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects

He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption

The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see

And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once

The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity...

He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption

The lactiferous beast subjugated reason to appetite

Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste,

For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible



There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus

Angel prick and holy semen

And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike

Seduced by the father and seducing the son

There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus

A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands

When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted

By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity

And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina

When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition

Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more

His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility...

O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility.