Foetus god descends in silence  a bastard deity for us to believe  blasphemy of gen collage  in backward sombre involution    Foetus god abortion of the Diine  latent rape of wet, lewd womb  man-made myth to blunt in mind  the vilest offence of five senses    Undone miracles never to come  invalid rise of slave thought  the only light its dawn can shed  is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed    Thine is not the Kingdom  no trace of strength I see  no Mercy to expect  a seed of claws upon your lips    As pure wit turns into effusions  we, snakes of Truth, ex and devour  gods manifested in twisted images  astrally hunted in shadow and soul    Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat  I bet you listen to this psalm of me    Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat  I bet you listen to this psalm of me  little by little, one by one  the thorns become the real crown    Thine is not the Kingdom  no trace of strength I see  no Mercy to expect  a seed of claws upon your lips