Death is that beautiful mistress
I possess in the carnal house scent.
and you are nothing but shameful
lovers of the filthy pleasures of life...
Let fear blossom in your souls .
Sacrifies sanctifies.
Martyrdom purifies.
Death is my tender consolator .
On its behalf ,
I still make myself a prophet !
You creatures of infamous cross
and starnished stars ,
You,turning like drunken puppets,
exalted prohibition of your nakedness ,
trouble attraction of the gutter ...
O magamerica bank first !
Magnificat !
Sarah\'s runt will rediscover
the good manners of the ghetto .
Praising its creator in esperanto farts !
Spitting out his curse the poet wanders
through the ruins ,
Emperor Tiberius you will return ,iron and fire !
Unsealing the last thought from the temple wall !
flies lay their eggs in the belly of history...
Diogene\'s lantern obscures the darkness .
The fool from the white house in his mirror
contemplates the reflection of his carrion...
That makes the moon smile ...
death is my faithful confident .
Under the eye of Aldebaran everything continues
even if source of tears has dried up ...
Only death is right and knows the key .
Moses ,the children of the flock ,share your infamy.
You tell them the magic of a rabbi who will
bring them happiness .
Your green pasture is a parking
where kids serve as meat for the saurian\'s meal ..
You who make love in times of war .
Memory of treblinka ,
under the diamond eye of Aldebaran ...