nothings changed

the senates still corrupt

and the emporer remains insane



and everyday

is a new strain of slaughter



supply lines are less protected

evil on all sides



I can smell the death on your flesh

-- creeping in



trapped within the twisting fingers of fear

and all i see is you

and all i see is you



that face

those eyes

burning like leprosy



i can see u there

poisoning the air



prostituting Nationalism



and i want to attack

to rip out your heart and lay your flat on your back



and vomit a world of agony and truth

into your throbbing illness of memory



... and hate guides our way

... and hate guides our way



I long for the icy slap of a belt across my back

for the acceptance of death and blind cave war



the giving sleep of depression

the sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggression



chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples



in the harem tents - outside

just beyond the edges - i ride



a cycloptic mirror in the fires of imagination



feeding my disease

a river of plagues



I need something to remind me I am still sinning

that pain in important

that words matter

that healing in possible



that eye am not alone ... in this



- guard the houses

- triple the watch

- maidens, dig up your sorcery

- sirens, sharpen your rocks



... you will eat my pain again



whatever you need

whatever you need

whatever you need



unite messiah ME