"Everything you are
Became because of me
Seed spray spewed in menstrual catacombs
To curse this pane
With your becoming"
I KNEW NOTHING
VESTIGES OF NOTHING REMAIN
I CANNOT SEPARATE
FROM THAT WHICH BECAME
YET I WAS... UNBORN
"My rod and staff procreated thee
Your undoing was done my by doing
Succulent flesh of the porous mother
Place of your doom in her hole
Cervical chambers awash in sperm
Effulgent semen procreated your doom"
WHEN I WAS BORN I KNEW I WAS WRONG
HOW THE CYCLES SEEMED OUT
THE CONTRADICTIONS OF CONTRITION
CONSUMATE SPELLBOUND SYNAPSES
"We attempt to erase void
Strains on thought negated by thinking
But still you seem to recall
That which did not be
Doomed to see beyond the veil
Which coddles flesh so tenuously
We blind you padding senses endlessly
But still you penetrate"
I WILL REACH THE DARKNESS
BEYOND THE CYCLES OF THIS REALM
YOUR ATTEMPTS TO BIND ME FUTILE
AS I SMELL DEATH AND RECALL