Vile Nilotic Rites

He worships dogs and reptiles

He blackens his eyes with soot like a prostitute

He dances and plays the cymbals in vile nilotic rites

I am asked if he has gone mad

If he has been bewitched, having coupled with a sorceress

For he has become soulless, degenerate

In thrall to the detestable and unclean antedeluvial rites of the phallus

More ancient than even the river Nile

Groveling in a world of numbing debauchery

Sodded, addicted, degraded

Fallen into depravity

He has sown the seeds of madness

Consumed by irrationality

Decadence, deviancy and excess

What one worships, one becomes

Whores, hermapradites, lickspittles

The corrupt and the drunken are all that is left him

For he is wretched

Consumed by lascivious and abominable orgies of flesh and blood

Infected by impious acts

A slave to the immortal passions

That contaminate and defile the soul

Inflicted with incurable decay

Staggering witlessly to his doom

What one worships, one becomes

What one worships, one becomes

What one worships