Angry are the clouds which anesthetize   Former besetting episodes of assertive pain   An overwhelming blend of harmonious mirth & awe   Proclaims with much pride-dawn's out bursting rage      Cometh ye all astounded faces   I plea to thee-hear me now or nevermore   Poor puzzled pieces of human wreckage   Your wounds of heart & soul may heal-when shared      Surround me with your precious presence   My only request for now-is your dearest patience   Cull the words which portray your might   From miserable tiny pebbles-to stones of awesome sights      From rotting pallets filled with mold & mice   From grey hidden corners contaminated by the diseases of the soul which dies   Red shiny ink spills our luxuriant opera on-yellow dusty pages   Bathe with sweet nectar flowing from-aching mind-cages      Looking back-glaring at life   All these years of death-from Christs murderous knife   The drought which, bit by bit, gnawed our pride-   Insulting holy lies which poisoned meadows of the true dark-guide      Absorb with joy-the sweet new blood   Filling every heart-beat and instincts-slumber yet starved   Find me your poets, bring forth your bards   Let them sing kisses of evil to other world-parts      I can hear the owl recite   Diaries of primeval tragedies which confide   Truth & knowledge of matters we must tend   In theaters of witchcraft-we pretend      The craving of dreams to form the prophecy   Open vein-shaped roads resembling our complex-conspiracy   The rythem of the march excite to tears in our eyes   Don't other dare bark towards us-lest we rid them like flies      See my trembling cut open fingers   They remind me of the incredible secret which still lingers   Free yourself from all those lies which are told so often   For now our referendoms web-is catiously woven      Follow that trail left by the witches-most dark & pale   Embellish poetry in veins to breed   Together to submerge & sublimely-bleed   Restless retch anchors of holy clay   And gather triumphs to harvest in the golden fields of may