When that vain Heaven spat my caste across the skies, it procured for itself this war on Paradise.
Now I shall rend its son. Bones for the kingdom…
I am the end of all the works of men, the learnèd versed in my original sin. Now a saviour comes to rid these fleas of me, dressed in flesh and its impotency.
I… the garden's grievous blow. Sedition in scarlet skin fed to fools below. My hands… rife with ripened death, stretching their asphyxiants to Christ's deprivèd breath.
I am the one slavering in the dark, windswept voices guiding me to my impious mark. The shepherd lies starving at my feet, so I shall bring him food to eat…
Nazarene! Why waste thou hungrily? Stop waiting on God to fill! He won't and never will…
"Thou are the lie behind the leprosy that rots the eyes God gave humanity, seeking not their God but bread in broken hands, finite as the faith struck on the sinking sands."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
