My Dying Bride
            			 God is Alone

     God Is Alone

Remove the marks
Uphold the race
How the king is blind
Endowed with joy
Irritable speech
Break your back to help the wrteched

My blood has learned what fear is
My skin itching insane
My mouth spills with excrement
Eyes burned away

My spine crooked and stamped on
Feet nailed together
Genitals savaged with broken glass
Snap my ribs for pleasure

God Is Alone

Children broke before me
Fathers kicked to death
Sad tune on jade flute 
Mothers die in sex

Yawning wounds on tiny bodies
And dew falls on quivering flesh
Turn and watch the edge
Focus on satisfaction

Unbelievable self extinction
Admire cloned convictors
Will the beast fall
Will God save us.


     De Sade Soliloquay

Hang over me the drape
Of superfluous Horror
Aside Nocturnal trapping
Wallow in my Art
Crying and dying
My sexual ecstacy

The crimson stream
That flows from you

Magnificent, Supine,
Red heaven gapes at me
Dragged across putrid ground
Mother scorns my glove
A vile red heap
I gorge my selfish dream

Polite garden party
If only they knew

Lick the eyes
To make them shine
Peel the peach
Cold with time

The weight of fantasy
That is not even mine
Smell her wounds
Rich more than wine

The crimson stream
That flows from you.