Right below me, twisted, buckled   Pointing fingers through my face   Chewing on my screaming, crying   Plea for Jezebel's embrace   Down the stairs I move    O'erlooking selves of all I've been in thought   Kissing and seducing all these   Selves I wish that I were not   Writhing like a piston    Cold as oil lubricates the path   Burning down the schizophrenic   Self reflexive rapist's wrath   There, with fire in my hands   I hurl it on the crowd below   Twins of faces, plus one other   Shocked and helpless call out    "No! You cannot do this!"    There in flames they smolder    As the hemlock would   As bones and sinews melt, I tell them   "It's all for the greater good."   And now a diety I stand    Before my judged and blackened kin   Save only one, a different hand   Was cleared of her new virgin skin.