For it is to be what is human  To navigate with your instincts as if it  Were they last day of life and your opiate addiction    Supreme and sole survivor, of existence  To whom you all are ignorant slaves  Hearken! Hear the prophecy and acknowledge  The truth of the unholy and profane    Fluids that run the body and mind  Are the mark and stigmata of the carrion kind?    May your semen be spilt to the earth  For there, to be feasted on  By its maggots and worms  The nature and blood has determined  For what we must strive  The instinct gate will open at last  As here it is written    Breathe not until that day  Breathe not until that day    When the scent  Of our nature can be  Breathed  As the breath of a god