Sermons of delirium

vibrating from a fallen wall.

Their unicorn vocations

and lust for suffocation

all their flash bouquets of culture

gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Blast me with another cartoon melee

from your insensate organs

tell me that your desire can find the soul

so I can sleep inside the rocks

make me a criminal of the mind

so I can throw my bones against the sun

and melt into your atmosphere

I am tired like a tiger in a cage

of your frowny-face mothering bullshit

tired of these fucking feminine old men

and their tired nubile nurses

let me rise into vapor and reclaim

what these animals have lost

let me feel the fanatic purple

O Lord of your energy captured

rain the linkage of frozen realms

upon these bitches

so the fire can sleep in form.