Fools and the Blind, You Demand Miracles, You Can’t See
And You Don’t Understand What Miracle It Is That You Woke Up
Wearing haloes of Celibacy and Restraint
You Sacrifice Yourself to Serving Your God,
The Fruit of Contemplation and Asceticism Sacrificed with Sadomasochism!
God Has No Mouth to Speak
(God Has) No Eyes to See
(God Has) No Ears to Listen to Sacred Music
(God Has) No Nose to Become Excited with the Smell of Incense…
There Are Many Heavens But Hell Is Only One!
Get Your Shiny God out with your Nets to Land;
Make Fire to the Master of Fire
And Scream Heathen Words
Only My Will Is the Highest Truth
Since the Fate of Their Sons Is the Same
As the Fate of Animals,
Their Fate Is the Same
How Often Do You Resign from All the earthly Delights,
In the Name of Voluntary “Sacrifice to God”
Instead of pety idols and false priests
You Worship Saints, Martyrs and Blessed
God Has No Mouth to Speak
(God Has) No Eyes to See
(God Has) No Ears to Listen to Sacred Music
(God Has) No Nose to Become Excited with the Smell of Incense…
Demand, Enjoy All the Attributes of Senses and Admiration
Don’t Fear That Any God Would Give a fuck
Lift Your Horns up High, Preach this sacreligious Pride!
INSATIABLE THIRST FOR INJURY
Despair, You, the People of the Grey Land! Bow to Me!
I’m the One besides These All;
I Wear the Symbols of the Powerful Darkness.
I Sit in Your Heart, Sheltered and Calm
I Sip Venom from My Decaying reeking Stigmata
Await the Death Not Only for Dying Itself
But from the Longing for Becoming Like Me,
Me, Whose Cross You Took for the Way of Your Life
Thanks to the Martyr’s Blood Spilled by You
And When You Suffer, You Free the Last Pieces of Goodness
You Put Your Hands under the Skin Cut with the Sign of Sacrament
Immaculate Caress, Poisoner and Slanderer of Life!
Put Your Mouth to My Wounds and Suck out My Love
Heautontimoroumenos
Bitches, Whose Wombs Shiver from the Touches of Scapulars,
Which Hide Flogging under the Monk’s Cloth, Yelling Because of Lusts
Mix in the Shade of Night among the Whispers of Prayers
The Froth of Delicious Rains with Tears of Penance
Await the Death Not Only for Dying Itself
But from the Longing for Becoming Like Me,
Me, Whose Cross You Took for the Way of Your Life
Sleep with a Dream of the Lamb, taken for Slaughter by a Shepard…
This Is My Gift
Crucify Your Flesh
Cripple Your Body
Burn Your Skin
This Is My Gift
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