|
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. |
