And as she sleeps around her bed
The blinding deadbled world spins
Black sightless firepierced black universe
Empty the fire as she sleeps
The sleepy skeletontongued world
Ma**ed blast of storms and sand rolls
Oh lovely world - come alive for me
The longtongued god is not real
He drags the chain clasped in his wickerfingered hands
This brother is paperthin - form but no substance
Neverlived so he is not dead
This is man's fear made trash...
...And as you light the incense stick
I pray that your fingers may burn