How falsified and vile
is Adam’s progeny
It wakes the disgust
so filthy and truth disguised
Stream of obscenities
assembled to a god’s creature
calling himself a human
Where are you
cartographer of faulty maps
architect of shallow souls
ruler of monastic whores?
I see so many sheep of yours
They negate the innocence
And where were your eyes?
See your faithful mob
conceived from love
to spread the peace
And thou shall devour these fruits from the mud
I am the sheep of all
From the gutter unfaithful and mean
Worn with the black of a lie
I am the cross, nails and thorns
I am the plague of Eden
A spear in your heart
And a paradox,
as the grief is what I feel
Stream of many tears
that will flow through your temple
I am the plague of Eden
Stream of many tears
That will flow through your temple
For the spawn so disgusting
Raped agape
Worn with the black of a lie
I am the cross
your nails and thorns
a spear in your heart
How falsified and vile
is Adam’s progeny