Coiled embalmed   wretched face of evil   Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory   All matters sewn into one prophet   I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's onset   Winged lashes - vast essence   Dead skin holds the poet   A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset   A triangular wave left me covered with lies   Essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies   All - fallen enslaved   All - vanished awoken   It's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token   That buries three hearts, six feathers   - One oaken   To crack self-made concepts   To hold one great feast   A soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast   My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust   Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust   ...it's a fistful must...