Showbread - The Goat



I remember everything
To be what I’ve become
A willingness for anything
That can and must be done
I remember writhing in the womb
Wrapped up in viscous gloom

My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain

I remember thinking once
That love could never die
But love is small and very frail
And can’t be kept alive
Unless you love the one
For whom roars this internal din
The love that devours everything
The love of self burns within

My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
Raping what is left of you
Two flesh becoming one
My will is everywhere
My will be done

My will is calling out like a sweeping plague
Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain
Raping what is left of you
Two flesh becoming one
My will is everything
My will be done

End

Showbread - The Goat