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.