Si Momentum Requires

Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine Amniotic liquid of another kind That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god Behold the transformation, servant Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars Gnaw at the s

They burst my veins to pieces, these wan rats inside With their jaws so contagious of a disease As if it dropped like pus from the twelve wings of Samael The primeval light inside, gift of god and the holy spirit It bleeds, so swollen by the bubo of

Below the lid of a vast rounded monument Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation And uterine strangulation by the wreaths Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed With dilated flakes of

Oh Satan, you're the God before whom I stand Live your life in me, See how I erase my name from the lamb's book of life And reject the benefit of the holy wounds I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living For you teacheth my hands to wa