domingo, 2 de fevereiro de 2014
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.
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".
Corrupt the mysteries of the neophytes in initiation rites that thiphonianos shouted,
"My God, My God, how I glorify."