free fall

Free fall 

Backwards 

Under the bus 

I'm a blister 

Theocratic 

Bursting holy 

Like a marriage 

Maketh victims 

Mustn't look

My lonely wife

Through the port hole

At the pus 

Which crowns my soul  

Entropy 

Hunger 

Cruelty 

Rip your pants off 

And fuck me to Scarborough 

For all eternity 

Like a rapist 

Rips the hymen 

Of his ghost 

In the form of jack the butcher 

Or a god 

and yes the devil 

Came to me in human form 

I was looking in the mirror 

When I saw his little horns 

This is what happens 

To goodness 

When you eat 

Her tattered flesh 

From toe to tit

Until it makes you want 

to cough and vomit

All good things the devil promised 

Burn and decay on rubbish tips

Till there's nothing left 

To praise or disparage 

Like the death of love and marriage

Why do you want to look 

At the rotting body 

And all its gory bits ?

When you could look at the streams of glory 

Perfume, Angels 

And all the other flowers 

Which grow from shit.

Photo: Charles Fréger