Thorns Over God

Below of kernel of desolation
I trust. Oh!! Miserable
On the morbid fragrance of your poison
Under your dazzling wings. I bleeded
For the lying passion of your goodness

The cold bug brings disconfort
And the harsh kiss inoculates me
your malignant spittle

My martir... Your end
Cold god. I leave you

The surrounding sensuality
Of your immortal poetry, banish the beauty
And the real poets...
That deny the saga
Of the blessed serpent

I stand up, tell and love me now
The innocent child changes into sage
And the renegade slave becomes master
I insult your "caress" and leave
Your decadence