Wretched Contentment

The subjugated soul scorned the flesh

And cruelty was her only lust

She would have it meager, ghastly, starved

Watching in disgust

 

Deniers of strife

Despisers of life

Blink

Wretchedly content

Enter the great contempt...

 

Your inheritance is filth and poverty

 

Decaying slaves earn my wrath

In the great hour of contempt

Poison mixers, I let them go

To honour the entrails of the unknowable

For I finally remembered

the meaning of earth

The time of rebirth

Begins with the choice to go under

 

Your barren austerity cries

To a desolate sky

 

He is the frenzy, he is the lightning

Let him recreate you

Let him initiate you

Your great contempt can go under

Becoming human again...

In your longing, speak the vow

Not to seek behind the stars

Affirming that the world is ours

Strengthen the future, deliver the past

Drown in the present, spake the outcast