For it is to be what is human To navigate with your instincts as if it Were they last day of life and your opiate addiction Supreme and sole survivor, of existence To whom you all are ignorant slaves Hearken! Hear the prophecy and acknowledge The truth of the unholy and profane Fluids that run the body and mind Are the mark and stigmata of the carrion kind? May your semen be spilt to the earth For there, to be feasted on By its maggots and worms The nature and blood has determined For what we must strive The instinct gate will open at last As here it is written Breathe not until that day Breathe not until that day When the scent Of our nature can be Breathed As the breath of a god