sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves beyond medicine of current day i m being tortured by this growing inflammation blood vessels running swift in my sweaty brow i feel this is a gift upon the price i just collected against my will i shall embrace it it drip dries from its inverted bloated head the blood in which i stand reflecting as i look down and see the anomalous thing changing in structure my expression looks not human i have seen this face in my awake dreams an abomination a form from the most wicked of depths has now been granted my distorted flesh a sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off destiny my sickening providence i shall accept with widespread wings with open eyes i start to feel delight agitate no more no doubts i can t resist to heed the lights of the looming black my trophy calm and still of life soon will be emptied and with its red grant me completion no longer estranged from what i just fled the pool is inside for i m not me and of now conceived again the wretched man of the cloth like dust left swinging dead from the wall i must return to their nest what i used to fear keeps on calling and i shall them join the order of chaos awaits in another world disintegrate i ll return mentally my body of scorn i ll leave here as they seize my soul