To The god Who Is The Accuser Of This World:



truly my satan, thou art but a dunce
and dost not know, the garment from the man
every harlot was a virgin once
nor cans't thou ever change Kate to Nan

every harlot was a virgin once
to the accuser who is god of this world

Though thou art worshipped by the names divine
Of Jesus and Jehovah, thou art still
The son of morn in weary night's decline

every harlot was a virgin once
embarassed nobility, dainty virgins, bullshit exams
worn out masks, false embraces, lies and faces
every harlot was a virgin once


Laughing sardonically at how fucking stupid everyone is
Morbidly attractive
What a sad, pathetic little world
Everyone is so, everyone is so fucked up

the world is a gathering of fools and rogues, clowns and the naive
listen to the voices in your head
wealth is virtue, transparent words, moral law is impotent
fucked by virtue


(taken partly from a poem by the same name by William Blake)