1. FLAMING HORNS

Creeping outward from the abyss of aeons.
The mouth of impenetrable gloom.
In dreaming death their voices can be heard.
The horrific fleeting images, ghastly phantasms
Of half-remembered futures.
Eyes now open, once shut against a bleak Utopian hell.
Questions fall without answer.
Into the blinding ignorance of faith, and all is lost.
But lost only to these faithful fools,
Whose bodies line the walls for further
Than ones sight will allow.
Whose skulls answer the screaming darkness
With a perpetual groan, in the immortal agony
Of their final moments.
The minds eye, pressed increasingly toward the flaming horns,
Burning the ether to nothing upon their approach.
The twisted, searing horns
Forever advancing with the awareness of aeons.


2. IMPALED UPON THE PHALLUS OF SATAN

I call for the raping of the messiah
Beat, whip, scourge, punish the weak
Corpus Christi
Let me see the bastard spread and impaled
Upon the mighty phallus of Satan
Let it be on show for all
Especially before the eyes of God
The tearing of Christ's anus
With punishing pelvic thrusts
Of our dark lord's gigantic member
A Satanicfile Christ
Plunge your throbbing member vehemently
Hear the cries as the great libertine
Tears the rectum of the Nazarene
Spurt your vile sperm, thou emperor of Hell
Incenced by this all of divine sadistic sodomy
Lacerate the flesh of Christ
Smear faeces into the wounds
Smell the noxious mixture of blood, semen and faeces
See it gush from Christ's pounding anus
Trickle down between his thighs
Accumulate in pools of fetid mess
Later to be smeared in acts of profound obscenities.
Aah, Satan, defiler of Christ !