1. MACERATION

Designed to rot from the inside out I venerate the
Structure of the failing composition
In the presence of the virus all will be redeemed
The black blood of the first rebel infects and darkens
And as the demon spreads, my delusion does not cease to elicit
In me the pleasure of the claws tearing away the fungal illusions

The dissentious virus expends its energy ceaselessly
My divisiveness is receding and reality shifts uncontrollably
And without my knowledge, the shackles lay in wait just outside my vision
The illusions I used to believe, are replaced by a newer and stronger magic
And with all unreasonable irrationality
I swallow it whole


2. THE MENACE OF OUR LORD

He made me walk before him . In front so I could see
The dense forest concealing . A clearing with thick trunked trees
Thousands of years old . And up against a cliff he and I
Came upon a well of great diameter
And my lord told me of his hatred of many men
Their exceeding population and unrestrained spread of mortal seed.
He despised woman most of all
For the bearing of children
But for the conscious and self controlling
Humble but confident . Able and talented . Scrupulous and descructive
Willing to tear down to allow nature to settle its course
And let man become a contributor to the system of its true Kreator
My lord is well pleased with men such as I
He is the adversary, the Satan of the overbearing populous
Here spirals the wooden idol
The Menace of Our Lord
In this well was thrown the bodies of man,
Overtaken by the binding roots that my lord has bred
In his wild gardens
We descended in to the circular pit
The rotting limbs of the mortals
Woven with the viney limbs of wood
Rose together in a column of life and death
Here spirals the wooden idol
The Menace of Our Lord
The life squelching branches
Broken bones, and organs
Feeding on the frality
Giving life back to where it is deserved.
Here an ever growing spiral
A bloody wooden idol
Menace of our Lord