Shemhamforash
“What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.”[Jean Genet]
consumed by tongues ov fireburning like Phlegethonholy gardens reduced to ashextinguishing light ov hopebringing the end ov the days
words ov my gospel scatteredsacrilegious scorn spat in pale creedsthin is the line between pure being and pure nothingmy sole companionwoe to Thee!
at my command:let the blood ov the infants floodthe streets ov Bethelehem!
O ye ov little faithwith ethics rotten in a moral cagedead meat thrown down to the wormsto feed religious tumorcorrupting marrow ov repugnant swirl
at my command!let the blood ov the infants floodthe streets ov Bethelehem!at my command!let the heads ov Samaritans pave my ways!
Shemhamforash!