woman
in my sick head, you are the only pure thing left worth of immortality
salvation thrown at me within this blacken pit we parasite on
shape-shift between sacrificial lamb and paralyzed slaves
reincarnated with inhumane precision
fine-tuned for sex and consumption
all under young Sun chasing its own lies
under magnetism of light igniting momentary awakenings
always on road
never on path
exposed to a savage density of tribal stars
driven by powerful storms of thoughts and emotions
on a never-ending pilgrimage through history to populate premature ages with graves
human dust all over Time
immersed in ritualistic illusions hybrids died for

now
shut up
open your heart for this perfect moment
biological life
taste it
and walk away from here
take your soul through all shades of mystery plain
through elements and energies
through all spheres drawn by horizons

accept the temple of your body
as one of us must live to save the day
from falling on blind regrets
of never crossed paths with destiny
become an angel
grow wings
and bring out ecstasy of flight

as for me
what can I say but Long Live the Beast
everything fell apart and became a struggle I could never win
hence final projection
final flesh I inhabit
thanks to God-Creator I turn invincible
by walking through the gate
and spells
magnified by the silence of the Elohim
help tremendously

if you can
don’t follow me there, boy
I am the son of all roads
I am the eye of all storms
I am the calm
to avoid