The Vast Sea of Suffering;
In desperation I have sunk
Failure is the weight that anchors me
To ungodly ways
In the murky depths is where I'm lodged
A rotting, ill-made vessel
Sentenced to the waves, stripped bare by the gale
Out there, above, the ships pass in the night
Far beyond the great sea, their destination lies
These rags of filth and webs of dark times
Let me sneer at understanding
Madness, winding about me in ribbons
Reason is devoured, like the ill-vessel to the waves
A wound deep in the bowels of a barren sea
This unholy cathedral of sickness...

My Breath Makes a Path Through the Dust;
Mist embrace marble, step timidly
Evening shed, bled through fissured glass
Sapless leaves caress her marble sheet
Church bells, far-flung, ring
Within this coffin, she lays her head
A waning, ambered silhouette
Breathe whispers, my words trembling
Dust motes clutched in suspension
Remove her finery, bloodless skin
On her knees, in a posture of prayer
My breath flew, thrust-through, barbed thorns
Church bells, far-flung, ring
Collapsed on her back, once pinned in the dirt
Buggered whore, stare under her skirt
Tongue upon thigh, lick careless lust
My breath makes a path through the dust
Her habit hiked up, black, rotten and tattered
Flung over her head, fingers seize upon her neck
Foreplay embark, tongue pushing past
Whisper a path through her dust
Hushed lips I kissed, an open wound
Whilst teardrops cleave the worm's acre
God's faithful laid bare to lust
My breath makes a path through the dust

For a Willful Virgin;
Like a child
Frightened of the dark
You clench up
Hatred consumes me
When I look upon you
Cleanse me of your naivety
And kill yourself
You don't give head
Lifeless bag of flesh
Don't force me to tell you
To kill yourself
Fucked you for fun
You were my toy
With every word
Your breath nauseates me
So kill yourself
Frigidity is a plague
So kill yourself
I need a whore to punish

Revelation;
Ye so-called pious, ye self-styled elect,
Behold your spoils.
The harvest once sown, unwitting, in vain
Ye now shall reap.
Rulers by fear and by torment,
By threat of damnations teeth at our heels.
Now cower with heads in the sand
And backs to the whip.
Unmasked as humanity's traitors,
What say ye now? Your Gods stand before you in truth.
A thousand gross of necks to strangle,
A thousand gross of heads to hew.
Elect, ye have indeed been chosen.
With blood to wash us clean of you.
We are omega and omega, the last and the only.
Behold, we come with clouds;
And every eye shall see us;
And all the kindreds of the Earth will wail because of us.
God, the invention you wrought in your image.
Now twists the earth from under your feet,
And from out your fevered clutches to laugh in your face.
Of life's tree we shall also feast, and reclaim
The eternity bequeathed to us.