The Poisoner of Galilee Yahwaste, the poisoner crafter of illness Burdened by God’s love of thunder At the helm of the donkey’s phallus Is the wretched witch and mother Her breasts glisten under moonlit tapestries Bestial wanting wrapped in gold Canst the hungry of Earth be fed By mother’s feces and mold? Dancing at nighttime’s birth and length A surrounding whim of lust Carried away with the love of the beasts Shallow the plots of mistrust Come by daylight’s haunting presence Hues of yellow and greens Simple cravings of nature and nurture Eaten alive by fiends The poisoner of Galilee, ungodly again Reaps as they wither away Few and forgotten in sands of the past Scatter the bone ash of prey Oh yes, thou art forsaken And on a pedestal, thee will be placed For all the fools to bear Some witness, some burden and lo, Someday your spine will be exposed Stabbed by your brother With a coldest hand They father loves you more Now that you writhe in pain Three upon the trees Like the withering trust of man Between two thieves Fragrant like the Sumerian dustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
