~fire-tail grip of leeching acidic words
Belch a roar of jest
The mouth of a cavernous jaw
widebones deep with withered fear
The mind clouds of unheard passion
The shadows of a mans life
Cowering in the dark.
To much unsaid 
And all their flattering mockery
Laughing and jesting at the fool in the street.
When all has come,
And the holy one threwn into the streets
Still he is hidden deep away.
Flee away you could say
The torent rushes faster through
When will it draw to an end?
The blood of the earth is tinted,
The waters run crimson and scarlet;
When will the gods show mercy on man?
Eternity after eternity rolls by
On these whithered rocks of desolation. 
Burning in the eternal furnace of the imagination
A reality of seeting fires,
Built upon a grain of sand 
Unmoving, for never having come.
The word sweeps over the dust
And the illsuion grows grander
And it expands to full light
From the waste of the land.
We have arisen out of toil
Through hell has mankind walked
And yet we are still tortured,
As we rith in the searing sun of the desert.
When will water come?
When will the breath touch the dry dust,
When will our thirst be quenched
And when will the test be ended?
Our curse befell us long ago
When the serpent started it all.
Motion, eternal vibration
From the poison of immortality.
In eden we were but an idea
Then we were made real
Only to see clearly the barren world we were given.
We must build our dreams out of illsion,
For beauty is born of tragedy
And we, what odd babes.
Prometheus screams on his rock
Yet giving his light to the earth.
Ripped and torn to the rock of eternity,
And pecked by the carion of the night.
The feast of the dead!
For who is there that will not face death?
What is there that will not be turned
To the dust from whence it came?
Woe, Woe, and Woe
Woe thrice to the earth
The great whore who is shut up.
Upon whom death is her mate,
her eternal lover.
Woe for it is only in she that there is any salvation
She hath given herself even to the most high
And therfore is she master of them all.
Who can deny love?
Woe, for she hath chosen a lover
A great beats is he.
She screams with irritation of orgasm,
She thrills with lust of passion.
We build a burning hell on earth
For the chains we bear are what are called freedom.
There is no liberty in these chains!
To long have we waited.
To much have we endured.
As prometheus squirms
And the daughter moans
And the woman robed with the sun
Waits to give birth,
As the moon weeps
Drops of silver tears
Each becoming a dream on earth,
As the sun toils to give the light of life
Our own seed of wisdom.
If we are born into hell,
Then we shall become its lord!
We are children, newborn
When shall we run to the knees of the mother?
When will the great tree bear its fruit?
The star's paths dwindle down to the end,
each passing a sign of things to come.
The decline and the rise
As steady as the waters of time,
The endless ebb of contradictions
The unity in juxtaposition
The whore atop the beast
The ecstasy of existence
The eternal groan of orgasm
The continusous amen
As the great dance continues
And the orgy of life
Echos into time.~