From Larva To Imago

You’re born you live you eat you shit

You drink you piss you fuck you’re dead!

From larva to imago

Without post-cult trauma

To the essence of life

To the sweet destiny

I proceed!

And all the bridges left behind

Overrun burned - it’s such a

breath-takin resplendent flawless view

rewarding joyful restful thought

Stagnation defined as death to me

It’s a prison with untouchable bars

Your virtue like a noose around the neck

Will tighten up killing your qualms of conscience

There will always be something beyond the horizon