Cocoons of the supreme lifeforce
Rooted to the hill
The temple of cancer
Leeches and saviours
Glints of perpetrators
Wading in shallow graves
A funeral of compression formula
Death’s face is gleaming
At the strangling of the senses
And unyielding to those
Who are trembling at the yawn of the tyrant
From the trickles of lice to God’s lair
Its dimension formless
Lifts his beaten head
Ending this paranoia fever
The dark in your fears
The seething hate
Empty wounds
Murmurs and mutterings
The resurrection prophecy
The pride of dogma
In a sunken hell
Cocoons of human suffering