The destroying genius of idols   Will shroud the world with utter lies   Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis   Portraits have spoken their masters distress   Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this   Failing Enochian tapestries   Depict the prince of fallen virtues   In almost poetic rhapsody   Masterbate to the sound of the knell   The Patchetic stench of dying children   Perhaps our fall is certain   Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion      Please put off your veil   Your heart is blameless   And I shudder for knowing it      A hot May makes a fat churchyard   And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy   Her cry was the saddest of all earths sounds   Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin   Swept away by a moments sadness   They say rage is a brief madness   By way of the beloveds farewell   Give back to nature what we first did take   And monuments would slowly fill   The agendas' of Kings and Queens   In silence our faces bleed   The holy voice torn away by the gale      Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you      Love is a game where both players cheat   Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander   Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil   To have and to hold but death no longer parts   Harlots and sluts, whores of our world   Expose their stinking vaginas'   Many who have no will of their own   Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom   Are you rich oh lord of vanity   As you peddle your wears of cruelty   Dressed up so you look the part   So blind, it's ignorance you wear      Quite brutal beyond belief   Sores that weep their septic tears   Dragged out through war torn lifetimes   And death shall feast on us all   The mills of God grind slowly   The adorable light of that which is most divine      The fascination of her shape   With mansions of awe and splendour   Elegant in simplicity   So at last your faith rewards you   Through fields enriched with pastel shade   And fragrant lavenders soft to smell   You laugh and drink wine of no great age   Nature does scent the farthest shores   Face to face your angelic host   All hopes in you imperishably kept   Is God your wish and all your dreams   If your body is frail then yes by all means      Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you