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
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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.