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Below the lid of a vast rounded monumentTrickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopesEnhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalationAnd uterine strangulation by the wreathsOf the herds astray, arid in despair, blessedWith dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down...Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merelyVinegar stills your child's thirst?You'd implore to harbour his torment in your chest...To make this burden yours, but... Sacrilege!Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald willWhen even your glance should never leave the soil?There resides the fusion, there is the nucleusAngel prick and holy semen,And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alikeSeduced by the father and seducing the sonThere resides the fusion, there is the nucleusA phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelandsHe that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruptionCarnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling wombWith a candle in reverential contemplationAnd give voluptuous harbour to vile insectsHe that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruptionThe scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to seeLetras de cancionesAnd the snake slither out of the lips that delivered onceThe redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity...He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruptionThe lactiferous beast subjugated reason to appetitePraised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste,For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptibleThere resides the fusion, there is the nucleusAngel prick and holy semenAnd a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alikeSeduced by the father and seducing the sonThere resides the fusion, there is the nucleusA phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelandsWhen a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attractedBy seminal odours no longer hidden by dignityAnd purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vaginaWhen laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perditionSeers can say that his birth does death subdue no moreHis birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility...O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility. From Letras Mania