In Sacrilege

Solitude is not given

It is earned

In this conspiracy

Of destiny

Empty vessels

Of spermless love

Made of mud and mist

I was possessed

We develop

We delight

We define and

We decay

From within

A sacred power

Acting upon my shame

In pursuit of the impossible nothingness

I found myself

In sacrilege

Shall we die a master-slave

For this dog day age?

Develop and delight and decay