Foetus god descends in silence
   a bastard deity for us to believe
   blasphemy of gen collage
   in backward sombre involution
  
   Foetus god abortion of the Diine
   latent rape of wet, lewd womb
   man-made myth to blunt in mind
   the vilest offence of five senses
  
   Undone miracles never to come
   invalid rise of slave thought
   the only light its dawn can shed
   is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed
  
   Thine is not the Kingdom
   no trace of strength I see
   no Mercy to expect
   a seed of claws upon your lips
  
   As pure wit turns into effusions
   we, snakes of Truth, ex and devour
   gods manifested in twisted images
   astrally hunted in shadow and soul
  
   Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
   I bet you listen to this psalm of me
  
   Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
   I bet you listen to this psalm of me
   little by little, one by one
   the thorns become the real crown
  
   Thine is not the Kingdom
   no trace of strength I see
   no Mercy to expect
   a seed of claws upon your lips