3,
Mother of pearls
Nascent eschaton
Kneel on thy knees, in the heart of the sacred dell
Right by road 56
Where Notre Napaea lies,
Heart feasted upon,
Perforated cheeks out of each stares down an eyeball
Ever guarding.
Of destruction, of murder, of mutilation
Orin
Our father, ye of spiked hair and melted limbs
Moonlighting as reaper, as satan, bis
As the second soul that’s expelled
Whenever we sneeze,
Nostrils coughing up our parents’ ash.
Impale my in the heart of Notre Napaee,
A cleft in each lip,
Watch my nasal blood flow and watch it halt,
settle
Of marks, of marks, of marks,
Dig a hole and bury our hair,
Fumificate,
Die for me, die for you, raise your leg and stuff my inert mouth with thy mummified penis,
Nothing lasts forever, only Maj
Maybe fingernails?

