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I tasted the fever of Your existence seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I stay away, transmuting my quicksilver blood
Blood!
KIA - that I may see ZOS - that I may touch
Insipid are the describing words The self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplications my rite is to live and do
Things naked, pure, of honest *** The throbbing vortex feeds on it all
Sleep is the best of possible prayers The winged eyes are blessed to see
Downtrodden deception of every torment Transpierced hymens, my *** adores
Pain!
Many images yet one raw flesh Animal steps I love to tread
An ideal point where Time is Space Memory giant sores this journey must heal
Lady of Mourning and her monsters lay down the scythes for here I come
Joyful and priapic, my baby soul A new-born one, ten million years old