Behold.
For I have removed the thorns from thy eyes,
And I have set before thee
A nexion, through which thou might behold.
The Genesis.
Genesis.
The rape and slaughter of the cosmic mother
With a spear made of stars.
The black firmament spilling forth from her womb,
Her bowels infested with creations seed.
Thence came a certain one
Whose face is as countless gaping maws.
Whose brow is adorned
With the husks of a thousand shattered worlds.
Thou seest now,
The monstrous visage of a cataclysmic birth.
The first age,
A cosmic dawn crawling from an aphotic void.
Thou seest now,
A living star, a god of fever
Holding a bowl of venereal plague.
Curving Spires, crown a horned temple,
With walls of cobbled tongues and bathed in blood.
Thou seest Genesis.
Genesis.