Shiny like marble kissed by sea

Some Castaneda dreams

By William Burroughs means

Feeding the devil with a spoon

It is the length

Not the skill nor stealth or strength

Like,

Do you got what it takes to know yourself

To kill the universe

You try to twist into a curse?

True flesh of a swine fattened on her brood

Will bark at the sun howl the moon

Go grasp the meaning of universe

Or kill thyself

No four and nine is a twelve

No ten and three is a twelve

The new born moon did burn you blind

A Horus of plucked out eye

Trying to map the sky

To find a place to go when he dies

Bride wealth of the sun for the wife you wed -

A templars´  Baphomet

Crown that fits no head

Pork jelly fed

No suckling to sodomy and sin

Cheap wine pissed in the wind

Gonna get it right

For true flesh of a swine fattened on her brood

Will bark at the sun howl the moon

Go grasp the meaning of universe

Or kill thyself

Seasons they change

Winter did come

Washed down with blood

Gulped down your sun

And ogre brood souls

Gnaw cheese from the moon

Dream of wells by the road

In darkened bedrooms

But no coffin lid nails

No n demon names

Create no interest in hell

You got nothing to sell

For no nine and four´s twelve

No ten and three´s twelve

No such thing as yourself

Kill the universe

Get it right