I look this myalgical world
through a grimy reticulate,
the truth is now upon
the shapes of things to come
Spread your dried legs
to the will of a murky pleasure
and then unleash the decency
into your global midden
How horrible could it be
if you stand and look inside
the faces of the Deep?
I eat and fuck your shit
and strain toxic piss,
you should rather be ashamed
of what you've eaten
Since anamnesis with malignancy,
you've cauterized a mark on my skin
untill the final catamnesis:
just the pathetic occlusion
of a clinical conformity
I am a psychological abomination,
the scum spinning inside vains
because you can't stomach
all that you fear...
all that you think insane