1. SISTER BEHEADING

One less
To mesmerize
Unpainfully !

Upside down sex
Straining, not whining, entwining

Initially holding your ass in my hands
Licked, licked, licked into the folds of your skin
Passively swallow the unrighteous spunk

Stealing men's lifeblood
And will to keep on
On the patch between Scylla and Charybdis
"Your soul I screw, while I get screwed"

Deeper
You penetrate
Her holy flesh

Much deeper
The allegory
Of spikes and spears

Your legs, screwing in my neck while I screw you

Your legs, screwing in my neck while I screw you

All positions in a downfall
Burst by an unrising sun
Well-known schemes accumulating
Empty patterns unachieving

Cut your head
With your soulless dogmas
Ripped up simulacrum
Of a teardrops dripping body

Your sister... beheading...
"Soror est feri transitus nomen"

Elegance of spirit
Castrating trivial average ones
As a female Rahovart
Slipping through the brutal flood

Revealing all her sorrows
Unfairly undergone
The blades of her forgiveness
Turning into misfortunes

A carnage with no evil done
Until you'll be the naked one

All positions in a downfall
Burst by an unrising sun
Well-known schemes accumulating
Empty patterns unachieving

Relax, sit on your bloody throne
Fasten the strangling belts upon
The blackened succubus, her beautiful
Shape standing over you, worthless
Remains revealing victims of a sinful descent

An hollow cradle swinging forth,
Containing nothing of a child
More of a frozen grave

Cut your head
With your soulless dogmas
Ripped up simulacrum
Of a teardrops dripping body

Your sister... beheading...
"Ideo viri intellectus capitur"

Her sorrows... mismatching
On a useless empty shell
Her body... confusing
All the trivial senses left

Worthless, bitter last breath flows away

"Statim Carna me deserit"


2. STALEMATE TO HEAVEN

Weighing up...

Minding my own business
Through the non-time I walk
Through the dull glass I look
Flying over an illusory, joyful serenity

Critical redemption, infection of a non-dead

A preposterous catharsis
For a game that can't be won
I can fuck inside your yearning
That's what it is to be done

Onto Heaven I trick
Earthly pope is a prick
Bear and Bull licking a miry, dirty swamp
"L" for loyalty to a cause of bigotry
Deflowering virgin queens on the filthiest aisle

Statues of vanity, acts of deep sloth
Biblical short-circuit
A Rorschach inkblot ambiguity

A monologue made of beautiful lies, inequitable multiple orgasms

A preposterous catharsis
For a game that can't be won
I will fuck inside your yearning
That's what it has to be done

Insomniac lead actor
Ever-grinning human-simulator
Mocking up a righteous soul
Heaven is nowhere
Slow-motion interactions

Ritual !
Insane denials of free thought !
Human slaves belonging to a sadistic god

A bishop made of deceits moving forward
In the black lodge of your uneven heartbeats
Subtly playing with his well-masked weakness
Putting him right into stalemate
Over-estimated characters
Overcome by a dancing dwarf and an omniscient giant

Critical redemption, infection of a non-dead
Through the non-time I walk
Through the dull glass I look
Flying over an illusory, joyful serenity

Ridiculous movements in a cards-manor church
Faithfully ignoring reason and justice
Homaging money and prayers


3. SCARED BY A THOUSAND SUNS

Run away
From what hinders you
Being the
Almighty exterminator

Absence of fears
Madness in justice's name
Frenzy and delirium
Becoming law and trend

Intruder in a world
Unkeen of human
Middle-grounded common sense

Collect the apples
Last trace of empathy
Rivalries to eliminate
For conquering the opposers' feuds
Beloving enemy
As I was facing my own self

Terror is my brand
Madness is justice's name
Deceit is holding
The crook of supremacy

News reporting
Slaughter faces, sick and blind
Just petty means
To hasten through the road to godness
Keep away from failure
A brand-new fashion shaped as death

Genetic executions
Is what you wish for
A sunset made of paranoia

Tying up the spoken truth
Drowning innocence remains
Inhale the rotting flesh
Your sorrow made you cut in half

A billion victims
Are not enough for the new god

Exhale the poison
Omniscient red and blue light
Shedding the perfect skin

Oracles are useless
Little toys
Shredding the divine ink

Scarecrow dimension
Illusion
Of a brand new flow

News reporting
Slaughter faces, sick and blind
Just petty means
To hasten through the road to godness
Keep away from failure
A brand-new fashion shaped as death

Ignite the demons of the trend
Which makes all humans slave and numb
Of their purpose sense

Collect the apples
Last trace of empathy
Rivalries to eliminate
For conquering the opposers' feuds
Beloving enemy
As I was facing my own self

Shocking cycle
Ending on a poor, filthy stair
Unsounding whispers
Yelping, agony
As promised before
There's no peace for the scared