Divina Enema

(But first the notion that man has a body
distinct from his soul is to be expunged;
this I shall do by printing in the infernal
method, by corrosives, which in Hell are
salutary and medicinal, melting apparent
surfaces away, and displaying infinite which
was hid. Messiah or Satan or Tempter was
formerly thought to be one of the Antediluvians
who are our Energies.)
Is it true what they say:
"If the sky falls we shall catch the larks?"
As youll see if the sky falls
We shall catch no pretty larks
If it will have done, my dearest
We shall catch some evil demons
Theyll be biting our fingers,
They will have devoured the earth
If youll have invited them
You shall not be disappointed.
And what have you preferred to toll
Though there is nothing left at all...
Needs must when the devil drives -
Theres no need to fear or cry
Night has come and day had gone
Having led chaos to enthrone
Try to save your soul and head.
Meet the omens of THE END!
BUT...
For evermore the first and foremost
SELF COMES FIRST
If you really want to watch all the omens of that end
Dont complain then - try to hold future troubles in your hand
Even if tomorrows cares shall fit you like a glove
Anyway I wash my hands off -
SELF COMES FIRST -
Goodnight, good luck.
Dont you care about existence:
GOD will take it for HIS own.
Only Devil keeps your body:
GOD will kill it.
Oh!
Dont you pray of this to your GOD? -
Wait for so-called judgement-day.
Dont you care about your body?
Dont you care about its way? -
Only Satan saves its life
Death wont come into your house
Whilst you stay in Satans town
You wont die -
Youll never die
While youre standing upside-down
If youd been slave of desire -
You became the Devils child
Stay alive among the fire -
Self comes first...
Burn, cry...
Goodnight.
OH NO, NOW I HAVE KNOWN -
I AM A THING AND NOTHING MORE.
I HAVE LOST MY KEY
HAVING CLOSED MY DOOR TO MY LORE -
I WONT TAKE IT ANYMORE.
My body doesnt have a name,
(Nobody does know it anyway)
I do think of chance that I could get:
"Who does need the useless one like that?"
Nobody does know my misery.
They say:"Nobodys interested in my fate!"
How many fools also lost their key yet?
And thats why theyll come here later than I will!
They always come too late -
I have to leave these gates
Unless theyll have returned
Ill waste my hate no more.
I am the THING on the endless shelf of life,
The nameless one among the countless names
I am the THING that does try to survive
Amongst the devils court -
Thats why I belong to him -
I am his THING.
Why do you think you arent a THING? -
Then you cannot see the wood for the trees...
Do not you understand we are THINGS in a hand?
We cant see a GOD while were down on our knees...
WELL! - I am just a THING and a THING thats useless
WELL! - I am just a THING in a Devils hand
WELL! - I am the silent shadow in a Lucifers looking glass
WELL! - I am just a THING that you wont be able to understand.
No way to mind - thats only reason why Im silly slave -
I am not a worm, I am a THING in a darkest cave
Aint no fallen one that does try to save ones creepy-crawly ugly life.
I am the THING thats never going to die!
Why didnt you think us to be a THING?
You know - you could see the wood for the trees
Do not you understand - we are THINGS in a hand -
We cant see a GOD while were down on our knees
Do not pass by my place
Mistress of the chaos:
Take me down from my shelf,
Try to see,
Try to guess
Which way shall I go,
Which road shall I ride,
Though I will have stayed there
Where I had been before...
You are poor mortal whore!
We shall go side by side
When were met face by face...
Try to distress me. -
Are you trying to guess?
You are also a THING!
Babylon whore,
Sweet mistress of the chaos,
Didnt you guess
Who I am,
Who you are:
We are one and the same -
We do play hidden game
"FIND THE THING - FIND NO ONE" -
And your quest will be done.
Sweet mistress youll have gone
I am not a drunken swine
That used to lick up last drop of wine
I wont change the mind of mine -
Im the THING thats never going to die
If you cant believe in peace
Call your Devil: 666
That is catching sick-sick-sickness
In our cheap existence:
I think having lost the key
The others could not get in
And theyll be staying outside
Until theyre going to die.
I have opened secret door:
We are A THING and nothing more
Weve been put by... and not arrived,
We do become almighty sacral pride
Of our taker,
Almighty maker,
Our creator,
Our tormentor,
Our offender,
Our defender -
WE ARE A THING.
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