Foetus god descends in silence
a bastard deity for us to believe
blasphemy of gen collage
in backward sombre involutionFoetus god abortion of the Diine
latent rape of wet, lewd womb
man-made myth to blunt in mind
the vilest offence of five sensesUndone miracles never to come
invalid rise of slave thought
the only light its dawn can shed
is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greedThine is not the Kingdom
no trace of strength I see
no Mercy to expect
a seed of claws upon your lipsAs pure wit turns into effusions
we, snakes of Truth, ex and devour
gods manifested in twisted images
astrally hunted in shadow and soulSweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of meSweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of me
little by little, one by one
the thorns become the real crownThine is not the Kingdom
no trace of strength I see
no Mercy to expect
a seed of claws upon your lips