Part I

Bilious green under piceous skies

Amorphous chants at falling horizons

Flickering carcasses.

The stench of ashen wings

Fire!

I baptize you mother with fire!

Black flames shall char the womb of your memories

And shade-grown stigmas shall dance on your pious endometrium

Rinsed with a red river of superiority

Do you see, the darkness, Mother!

Open your legs and look into the chasm of light, you filthy god-bearer

Part II

Evolution has been institutionalized!

Father, almighty headsman

The corporation of the festering viscus of your slaughter men

Remains of infestation

Echoes of ancient hails from the temples of doomsayers

Frosting wrath of gods

Austerity!

Austerity!

Austerity of relation!

Part III

Army of blades gorging deeper and deeper to my unholy grain

Feed me on the carrion of your spirituality

Mother! Father!

You deadly embrace

Receive my darkness

Your last commandment

My abortion of enlightenment

Trapped in control

A fracture of soul

A rapture of mortality

Your flatlining vessel of serenity

Part IV

Primordial tears sundering skinless fears

Naked my thorns

Bleeding precaution

Corporate abortion

Lost in control

Dead space

Dead birth

Dead earth

Blown off

Dethroned

Decapitated

My body is your void

Part V

My cool lifestyle

My cool career

My cool attitude

My cool smoke blow

My gangsta dumbo

My ink limbo

My golden frivolity

My childish popularity

Idolism is my brand

Bitches my talk

I am not a rebel

I am a label

A hollow reflection

Kill your idols

Crucify me at the very least!

Part VI

Your love left me to rot

Your love is hate

Your hate is my love

Leave me armly in a smouldering blister pack called life, generically limited model “Be yourself”, the VIOLENCE edition.

Part VII

You are not worth killing me.