From “The Last Land”
The years were fresh but the sea
Was filled with stomach cramps, and burning tips
Against a psychic belly
The vibration of fishes
As they were jumping angrily over the sun's rim.
A toxic light as a procession
With its own measure fled over all these scattering shadows
And its demented ray makes love
To the son of Evil who was striking suddenly
As a wedding ass in a golden plate!
In a small fountain, concentrating
By diluted water, I drink;
I try to be alive; that's the only reason
I was loving this unknown monster because I myself not human,
Not a soul sailing but a rare thyroid that created those
Structures threatening to evade the failing
Moment; as they say, the Hope made the killers
Smiling, when the verdict was just a fancy holder.
And when the monitors were still invisible
A voice was thrilling off, "Oh, I’ll born tomorrow and I can erase
Myself today and see myself in front of you
Twenty thousand years for now," he said
As an antibiotic; behind it all things still pursing each other,
By the still unknown forcer, and with intensity
All smashed around me.
i spit fire like a torcher/
i grew up into a Mc schorcher/
vile dialect wreck you to the corner/
world leaders band together border/
me from me showing im a performer/
is sick ritualistic Horror/
i mutilate anyone who is poorer/
upside down youll never been soorer/
find your wife cut her up and store her/
ammoniun nitrate makes a nice forcer/
hello the dr is here time for toutura/
ill find out right now if your a morna/
i was having fun till i accidently tore ya/
oh u see me? did you see my paw?/
im a monster and i love my meat bloody and raw/
with contraptions right out of saw ill show you habitual law/