The eyes of man are stirred, their hands tied backwards, like the limbs of a hog.
The skin is fattened, the intestines clogged, the teeth are black.
Religious lepers praying for water, sundried lips and downcast gaze,
The eyelids could no longer be separated from the eyes themselves.
Tunnels without a sun of hope, eyes sewn shut with obtuse thread.
That distant silhouette dying amongst the blemished clouds…
The blessing hand retracts and the fingers close,
The doves no longer peck from their palms
The Cunt of origin does no longer bear the blessing of Shekhinah
A virgin mocks herself with her own fingers,
Nymphaes open and breathe at the end of days
Her festive garments dripping with stale menarche,
Crust black fluid leathered the silk…
Temples of the earth destroyed to their foundation,
Puzzles of the mind infected with dementia
The womb of Eve subject to an awry abortion
The bosoms of whores untouched for millennia…
… Do those gleaming irises vigil over our sleep?
The eyes of Cherubim blinded by cadaveric dust, the ashes of the burnt bones
They wash their praying hands in the sluice of their own meconium,
Adorned with Elizabethan collars, like hounds,
So engulfed in desperation as to forget the uncurled tunnels
Mazes of vacant graves, these walls are coffins...
They blot the name of the Lord - Logos raped, drenched...
The effigy lies expounded amongst the black stones of sacrifice.
Lo, a lord of lords with a thousand halos, its Self reveals,
Abysses, the heinous chorus of life, the fields of failed harvest
The rats in the walls and those set of eyes, elated, with an aura of foreboding...
The hissing of the verdures, the purling holy poison smeared on the plumage of every bird,
The serpentine skin molted afore their every step.
Here lies the absence and completion of peace, these gardens rot and they grow,
They breathe in the absence of life, and they rot in the absence of DEATH
And of those poignant bacteria, and its adversive effects, they have no inkling;
Where all common distinctions fall unto their ultimate deaths,
where all combined Ecumenical values are shattered against the rocks.
Entheo-genus is a Cunt!
Motherwhore Chalice, womb of life and death
The fruit of your whoredom, an inner war for every temple
Where siblings spite each other with venomous swords,
And howl mockery with contagious tongues
A breathing phallus roils amidst the damp leaves:
This serpent shall spew holy poison, and make you with child,
And in every of that child's veins shall flow that poison…
Iam enim securis ad radicem arborum posita est
omnis ergo arbor quae non facit fructum bonum
exciditur et in ignem mittitur...*
Ephphatha!
Mote that radiant light shine where his sun fails to reach
Dive deep into the Eye in which you are the phosphene
Explore its tunnels and you shall get a glance of salvation
Keep not your eyes but gouge them with violence
Surely must that widen your horizon merely a little!
Burst your veins and flesh to dust and let loose scavengers therein
Holocaust of Worms and the Rape of Dignity
Ares is he, to Hawwah, the bringer of War.
Dissonance devours the silence, the tranquility lies broken.
Let the hobo of the serpents tongue bring war upon war.
Let the echo of his sermon bring plague upon plague.
Sow in the morasses of manure, compelled by these abominable bowels!
Breathe with gay grin amongst these horrendous cesspools.
…Eve in convulsion, yawning from the abysses of massacred providence…
Ephphatha! Funeral firmament...
And the nymphaes sweep like wings, the heavens clove like an abominous vulva
And the moist of its menarche stain the soil, drenched in the paltry failure of its labor
Let flow the amnios of its foul parturition: Tabula Rasa smeared in gaudy vulgarism –
Excrement clots this canvas
The Abortion of the Dream of Heavenly Utopia...
Woeful astroblemes, chasms of the Earth
The Garden of Eden writhe amongst stench and gall
Ecstatic Cherubim seek refuge in the bosom of their LORD
And necrotic tears blur their pure white eyes
But instead of consolation and the marsupe's warmth
They are smothered to death ---
Black gall churn in the dreary womb of light,
To clog the fissures of man, and run in the veins of the world
Hawwah raises her hands towards that burning sky
Consumed by the venom of the Earth
And chanting, rambling Logos through sharpened teeth
With tongues contagious with disease
Carried beneath wings smitten by leprous filth
Death, the bitter aftertaste of an awry harvest
The ordure of life falling over the Beloved Paradise
Traitors nurture the holy teats
And sow in the soil of a LORD dethroned
O ye cherubim trembling in ye ghastly white garments,
swords of fire and faces wan with moribund joy
Verily, say unto me, why dost thou breath gay-heartedly amongst these gardens?
The truth stagnates without differing paths,
And of that ye must have an inkling!
...The virgin womb is fecundated...
Drink deep from the gravy of death's wretched vagins
The amniomancy of the first begotten...
Tear the ribs out of the chests of the Cherubim
And ravish their precious wombs
O Guardians of the Holy Garden
We bear your swords of fire...
...The circle of dead children rolls their eyes to the skull -
Was there not a sordid triumph at Eden's verdures?
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