Foetus god descends in silence

a bastard deity for us to believe

blasphemy of gen collage

in backward sombre involution



Foetus god abortion of the Diine

latent rape of wet, lewd womb

man-made myth to blunt in mind

the vilest offence of five senses



Undone miracles never to come

invalid rise of slave thought

the only light its dawn can shed

is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed



Thine is not the Kingdom

no trace of strength I see

no Mercy to expect

a seed of claws upon your lips



As pure wit turns into effusions

we, snakes of Truth, ex and devour

gods manifested in twisted images

astrally hunted in shadow and soul



Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat

I bet you listen to this psalm of me



Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat

I bet you listen to this psalm of me

little by little, one by one

the thorns become the real crown



Thine is not the Kingdom

no trace of strength I see

no Mercy to expect

a seed of claws upon your lips