Praise The Whoredom

let the envy and breath-taking anger

before the madness throw a scarlet carpet of blood

and let the scream quench every candle

it is i who's coming

the one who raped the death

opening the graves

burning the names, thoughts and the need of being remembered

here's the one who has torn the innocence out of childrens' tight slits

the one who has covered the horizon with mountain chains of smoke

(and the heavens with the stormy clouds of ashes)

from now on&

every branch shall weigh down with the burden of infants

which livid entered this world through fusty and putrid women's wombs

along with life-giving rain

the ruins of temples and thrones,

bricks of brothels and prisons

and challenging spires of human advance

will fall piercing you

there is blood everywhere and strength beyond the limits

crushing the steel melting the air

even though i'm tearing the trees out with my anger

though i'm crushing steel and a concrete burying you in ashes

and when i swallow venom especially

nothing but silence comes

my nose along with ears and gums bleeds

teeth along with nails and along with lungs crack

(yet they knit together again when the wind finally calms down)

this is my fanaticism, this is my orthodoxy

my blindness and stupidity

this my devil disguised as whore