Foeuts god descends in silence
a bastard deity for us to believe
Foetus abortion of the Divine latent rape of a wet, lewd womb
man-made myth to blunt the mind the vilest offence for five senses
Fig.4
Fig.5
Undone miracles never to come invalid rise of slave thought
the only light is 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 seal of claws upon your lips
Repeat
As pure Wit turns into effusions
we, snakes of Truth, vex and devour
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this psalm of me
the torns become the real crown!
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of me
little by little, one by one the torns become the real crown
Thine is not the Kingdom no trace of strength I see
no Mercy to expect a seal of claws upon your lips
bastard deity
(let ring)