CHRISTOSIRIS

May your mouth be blessed by your words?

Words that sing chants  the eras where the gods walked the earth.

drawn from dreams and visions of ecstasy of the soul

Of light reflecting clotted forms of astral matter

His words are roses that my mouth kisses

Thrown back, scoring the monotonous steps of a funeral procession Te Deum.

A Nazarene without which life is nothing more than a naked body on the altar.

Transformed into a phallic wafer that I put in his mouth.

Will is this host, the arm, the leg or the penis of Christ.

The ritual of death and resurrection of Osiris-Dionysus turned into parables for stupid children.

Defile priests.

Suppress the truth.

Distort the ancestral ritual.

Raising the sublime transubstantiation to a demented lamb

What's preaching won on a cross, muttering with thorns digging into his face: "Eli, Eli, lamma sabachtani".

Oh Lord!

Corrupt the mysteries of the neophytes in initiation rites that thiphonianos shouted,

 "My God, My God, how I glorify."