Chapter one LUST

A CHRISTIAN POEM: “Taboo or not taboo!”
Dedicated to my Beloved wife, Nikki
[The Foundation - Scriptural Prologue]
“I, even I, am the Lord; and beside me there is no saviour.”
(Isaiah 43:11)
“For the Lord your God is God of gods, and Lord of lords, a great God, a mighty, and a terrible, which regardeth not persons, nor taketh reward.”
(Deuteronomy 10:17)
“For I am the Lord, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.”
(Malachi 3:6)
“Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am.”
(John 8:58)

[The Author’s Gate - Предисловие]
The Word is set. The seal is tight.
I step from shadows into light.
I bring the truth, I bring the rod,
The ancient thunder of my God.
No bribes He takes, no face He fears,
He counts the blood, He counts the tears.
Before the world, before the breath,
He is the Life, and He is Death!

CHAPTER ONE: LUST
[Intro - Narrator Voice]
Lust (Fornication): an excessive or inappropriate desire for fleshly pleasures.
[Verse 1 - The Iron Rhyme]
A hunger wild, a fire out of place,
That burns the soul and spits upon the face.
It is the itch within the rotting bone,
The king of filth upon a hollow throne.
Excessive greed for touch and naked skin,
The heavy door that lets the darkness in.
It seeks the meat, it ignores the heart,
And tears the sacred temple wide apart!

CHAPTER ONE: LUST (Part +1+)
How many postures can there be
For Love — that sacred, golden cow?
The rich patrician, wild and free,
Would envy plebeians, here and now.
For mutual love cannot be bought
By silver coins or copper asse.
A different hymn is cursed and taught
By witches from the plague-led mass.
They ruin fates and break the spine,
They rip your guts to see the light.
Is it a "no" or "yes" divine?
The shock is one, the same, the fright!
The heat, the fire! The fleshly thirst!
You’re torn to pieces, skin and bone.
Towards the stars in flight you burst,
A boy — or grey with age, alone.
You charge just like a bull on scent,
Oh, what a fragrance, wild and deep!
When Love’s sharp claws are truly bent,
By raw desire you’re stirred from sleep.
How many couples smashed to dust
In those first years of burning love?
When you are answerable to lust,
And catch the waist, and push and shove.
Enjoy your youth, the heat, the skin,
Desire deeply, soul to soul.
Strip off the clothes, let madness in,
Before the belly takes its toll!
Before the girl has grown too stale,
Before she grooms you like a pet.
When courage drives your every sail,
And no "gypsy-sleds" are calling yet.
But many fell towards the pit,
With wives that turned to stone and ice.
When soul is gone, the flame is quit,
And lack of money doubles price!
Were many loyal to her name?
To Love, for Love, through thick and thin?
I was too weak—I blush in shame—
I screamed and grabbed my gun within!
And yet, I protest and I swear:
True Love was never born in vain!
For mutual hearts that truly care—
Give medals for the joy and pain!
Those couples walked through fire and flood,
Through gloom of treason, bitter lies.
To them I sing with pride and blood:
The Tanguero, the Macho, the Wise!
I love her so — my Nikki, dear,
Oh, Kemmeren, my wife, my life!
I bear my love like sharpened spear,
As on the first day — be my wife!
My breath is caught in passion’s grip,
I bathe in scents that you have worn.
From Buddha, Christ, to Allah’s lip —
They’re One to me, when you are born
Right here with me — my only love!
My lion’s mane is yours to keep!
For this, no blame on those above,
No mother’s debt, no mother’s sleep.
Not kids, nor kins — they don’t decide,
Despite the world, and "for" no more.
Upon a comet now we ride,
And drink Love’s river from the shore!

CHAPTER ONE: LUST (Part +2+)
So, where to start? The task is set,
It’s simple, yet a deadly game.
I’ll solve it with no fear or threat,
Through tears and laughter, fire and flame.
I write for those in future days,
Where ancient knowledge finds its place.
When Freedom’s tribe shall mend its ways
And bear their pride with noble grace.
The covenants of sires and kin,
The crystal staff of being’s light—
They’ll take it all, through thick and thin,
Through loss and pain, and through the night.
To them, I’ll lay my secrets bare,
In this, my book, my honest word.
Let dogs attack, I do not care,
My truth is for the undeterred.
For them — and for my Nikki’s soul,
My wife, the love I hold so dear!
She kept the sacred icons whole,
So wise, so soft, without a fear.
She understood me, heart and mind,
The only one who didn't stray.
Though few like her are left to find,
So rip your bits — and lead the way!
For vice is managed by the lie,
A brazen ride on horses' backs,
But steeds will stumble, bleed and die.
So ride without the reins and tracks!
Let happiness arrive in flood.
Behold! The Sacred Light is born!
It rises for the life and blood,
To light the world each single morn.
Despite the cost of grief and strife,
When faith is all you have to hold,
You find the stability of life
In sunrise, turning grey to gold.
It burns—and shadows bring relief,
But shadows spring from light alone.
The light is mother to the brief
Dark shelter that we call our own.
With every dawn so often praised,
In shadows, hiding rags and scars,
I look through windows, eyes upraised,
And there it is—The Sun! The Star!

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The first rays slide, they gently lick
Like playful pups, with joyful heat.
Forgive this trope, this classic trick —
I’ve used this template, bittersweet.
I’ll close the curtains, block the light,
To basement gloom I shall descend.
No books to read — a boring night,
But one is here, my ancient friend.
I’ll open it and read for you:
The truth that time cannot undo.
Ten thousand years of starlit flight
Before the Christ, in times of old,
Another saint was brought to light,
Egypt unleashed him, fierce and bold.
And they adored him, they would pray
In temples, screaming through the night:
«O, Horus! Melt the dark away!»
How they believed in his great light!
A tragic plot, a grand design,
The Son of Sun, the Horus divine,
His rival Set, the lord of night —
The endless war of Dark and Light.
Old Egypt tamed the slave, the soul,
To write this story, take control!
For thousands years, in morning haze,
The crowd would fill the temple’s space.
To sing of Horus, chant his name,
While Set was cast to pits of shame!
But every evening — here it is! —
Set rises from the dark abyss.
Vivat, the battle of the Gods!
And Horus dies against the odds.
What passion! What a tragic play!
Who is this god of Egypt’s day?
His legend sounds like holy prayer —
Let Set vanish in the air!
For Horus born of Isis' womb,
Great goddess, light within the gloom,
The shield for sinners, slaves and poor,
And now... the bell rings at the door!
The time has come, the date is near,
That every heart is bound to hear.
A number like a soldier's tread,
In fathers’ souls, it’s never dead.
For Horus, born when winter nears,
In cold December, through the years,
Has opened up this ancient roll —
The legendary gods, the soul.
No lies, no tricks, no forged sign —
The twenty-fifth is the design!
You read these lines? Then look afar:
In Eastern skies appears the Star!
The guiding light, the eternal flame,
Forever constant, still the same.
And here’s the lead, the sacred lore:
When trouble knocks upon the door,
The Star will show the Kings the way
To find where their Savior lay.
The plot is sharp, a dizzying height —
So well-known, yet full of light!
But wait, it’s just the start of dreams,
Of basics, hopes, and golden beams.
Oh, how this song began to ring!
The ancient anthem that we sing!
And then at twelve, a gifted youth,
He teaches adults holy truth,
To those who lost their way and soul —
He leaves a mark, he makes them whole.
At thirty, wise beyond his years,
Initiation stops his fears.
Anup the Prophet blessed his way,
And Horus brought the light of day.
A dozen followers, twelve men,
They follow him through field and glen...
How strange to clatter with this lore,
Pressed by the dates I can't ignore!
He heals the sick. He wakes the dead.
(Like broken phones, the words are spread,
My mind is asking: what is true?)
Typhon, the one he trusted, too,
Betrays the God. And on the cross
The Horus dies — a bitter loss.
Three days in tomb, in silence deep —
But then he rises from his sleep!
A joke? A trick? What kind of mess?
What is this madness, I confess?
It looks so much like... hints aside!
I’ll be precise, I’ve nothing to hide.
I’ll gnaw the granite of this quest —
Stay tuned, my friends, for all the rest!
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To know it all is a deadly game,
To know not enough — a cry of shame.
Oh, knowledge holds a sovereign power,
But mind your head in final hour,
If you should dare, as a reckless guest,
To touch the priests' well-guarded chest.
To shake the roots, the ancient base?
May Heavens save me by their grace!
Why do you watch like owls a mouse?
Cursing me within your house?
While hiding crosses, out of sight,
Expecting me to fail the fight?
How many owls among your pack
Possess the truths that others lack?
One knew it all, but then — behold! —
Like guava fruit, the story’s told,
It’s tossed to wander ‘round the world!
The secret banner is unfurled.
And who would bet a broken cent?
On where the ancient power went?
Maestro, music! Strike the chord!
I’ll play a blitz, upon my word!
Don't miss the faces, watch the glow —
I’ll start the rapid fire show!
Here comes the Greek, a god of old,
Whose story’s just as brave and bold.
Born on the twenty-fifth, you see?
In cold December — wild and free!
Born of a Virgin... (write the plot!
We’re weaving tales, we like it hot!)
Rub it in, rub it in — deep and wise,
Here is your Hell, here’s your Paradise!
We build a god for our own sake,
Even from crumbs or a piece of cake!
So, Dionysus, what’s your path?
Escaping from the ancient wrath?
A wanderer since he was thirty years,
Stirring the minds, calming the fears.
He taught, he healed, he moved along,
He walked on water — steady and strong!
And even (God!) — behold the sign:
He turned the water into wine!
The King of Kings, through dirt and mud,
The Only Son, of holy blood.
He fell with weight, he met his end,
Three days in tomb — then rose, my friend!
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And here is Attis, Phrygian son,
Born of the virgin Nana — look!
With Dionysus, joined as one,
A chapter from the ancient book.
Born on the twenty-fifth, again!
In cold December, once before.
Love is a bitch for mortal men…
(What are we even playing for?
For fools or honors? Let us play!
Let’s strike a brand new tune today!)
A dozen followers, twelve men,
They follow him through field and glen...
On cross he died, in three days rose —
I’ll keep on going, I suppose!
Come closer now, you gaping crowd,
I’ll speak the truth, not fast or loud.
How about Krishna? Meet the God!
Born of Devaki — isn’t it odd?
Born of a Princess, pure and bright,
In late December’s winter light.
(How deep this date has grown within
The hearts of men, like original sin!)
When Krishna’s born, look to the East:
The Star appears for king and priest!
And then — blah-blah, oh yes, the sign —
He worked the miracles divine,
He met his death, but don't you weep —
He rose again from eternal sleep!
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And Persian Mithra — here he is,
Again, the same old template’s his!
Tailored and presented to the world
(I read this with my senses swirled!)
Born of a Virgin, and the date?
The twenty-fifth! It’s written, mate.
The Star above, the twelve behind,
He burned with truth to heal the blind.
He passed away. But don’t you doubt —
Three days in tomb, then he was out!
He rose again, no jokes, no lies...
While I repeat with weary eyes:
Sometimes it happens — ancient fires
Explode in euphoric, wild desires!
I’ve always known the story well:
The Magi, and the Star that fell.
Born of the Virgin Mary’s grace,
The One who saved me, took my place,
Who kept me safe from pain and fear...
Back when the chalk and board were near,
Back when I was a schoolboy, small,
He was the One who heard my call.
[The Secret Prayer]
They told me He was just a ghost,
That life’s a glass of milk at most —
Just blow the foam and drink it fast.
But I, while school breaks flitted past,
Would pray in silence, all alone,
My crimson tie — a system's stone —
I’d clutch it, and I’d still believe:
The Savior's here, He’ll not deceive.
And then — the soldier's heavy gear,
The prayer again, to conquer fear.
[The Armor and the Star]
It saved me from the lead and hate,
From propaganda’s bitter fate.
Like pulling tonsils from the throat,
Like being castrated, remote,
Like how the rifle kills the soul...
When you’re in armor, lose control,
At the very bottom, in the dust,
You whisper: "Lord, in Thee I trust!"
And look! Upon the Eastern height,
The Star is born, with piercing light!
Persistent. Sharp. A scar so deep —
The wounded heart is hard to keep.
The three wise kings will find the way,
The myth is "re-shod" today!
[The Final Alignment]
And now at twelve, the boy appears,
The Jesus speaks, beyond his years.
The Baptist John, the holy Light,
The Christ is fading in the night...
A dozen followers, twelve men,
They follow him through field and glen.
Into the vast eternity...
Pressed by the dates, I cannot flee.
I read the facts, I hold no grudge,
I pray for faith, let God be judge.
[The Vow of Love]
I’m not a Judas. I’ll stay true.
I won't betray the grace I knew!
But knowing every word and line,
I fly to meet the grand design —
I try to breathe, to keep my pace,
To find the truth in every place.
I wait for Him to rise again...
If Newton bowed, the prince of men,
If science knelt before the Throne,
Then I am not in faith alone!
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[The Celestial Web]
We bow to planets, far and wide,
We follow stars, our cosmic guide.
You ask: what’s Christ’s place in this scheme?
He is the core, the living dream!
To join the nations, worlds of old,
A task for spirits, fierce and bold.
But look at monsters, freaks of nature,
Who took the seats in every stature?
We cast our gaze to stars above,
While weaving nests of holy love.
[The Divine Template]
I’ll tell this tale, this magic play,
I’m not ashamed to lead the way.
But where’s the catch? A broken fund?
Or is the human mind too stunned?
To hit so hard, again and again,
In fairy gallop, past the men?
And once again, the same old base,
The same old mask on every face!
Why is the Virgin and the Star?
Why is the date so near, so far?
The cross, the death, the copy-paste?
The resurrection, in such haste?
I want to know, I want to see,
To clear the mess inside of me!
[The Box of Matches]
The lies around from holy tongues,
They poison air within our lungs.
Cholera take them! Let them fall!
But what is Faith? What’s in the call?
And what is God? For me, you see,
A box of matches — set me free!
If only fresh, if only dry,
From match to match, to light the sky.
So everyone will choose their dome,
And find their truth, and call it home.
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[The Crystal Sky]
My crystal wife, she loves the night,
The velvet sky, the stars so bright.
She speaks to them as to a friend,
A soul wide open, with no end.
To gaze upon the Milky Way,
To drown within the starlit spray!
The secret lies within the tie,
The brightest diamond in the sky —
The Sirius! Its ancient glow
Returns all things to status quo!
A retribution, sharp and clear,
For those who doubt the God is here.
[The Three Kings]
The Star will tell you why the birth —
From Horus to the Christ on Earth —
Of every Savior, every face,
Is locked within one time and space.
The twenty-fifth! December’s soul!
The Star is playing out its role.
Forget the critics, look above!
Behold the truth, the light, the love.
D’you see them? Shining from afar?
Orion’s Belt! Each brilliant star!
Three kings of light, a holy bridge,
Upon the galaxy’s great ridge.
They haven’t changed their names or place,
Since ancient times in endless space.
From Bible or from me — you’ll learn:
The Three Star Kings for us still burn!
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[The Solar Standstill]
The Sirius, the Kings of Night,
They form a line, a beam of light.
A cosmic pointer, sharp and true —
Keep this hint, it’s meant for you!
To mark the spot, the sacred day,
December’s end, the holy way.
Until this point, the light would die,
The darkness swallowed up the sky.
But now, for stars' majestic choir,
Refashion dark to holy fire!
Restart the clock, the nature's year,
The minutes grow, the path is clear.
[Three Days in the Cross]
December’s twenty-second day...
The anchors drop, the sun will stay.
For three long days, the motion's gone,
A frozen world, no light of dawn.
Right there, beneath the Southern Cross,
The Sun is stopped — a total loss!
Betrayed? Refused? Or just a play?
Crucified in a cosmic way!
For three days dead, or so it seems,
A halt of life, a halt of dreams.
But then — the twenty-fifth arrives!
The Sun awakes! The world survives!
One degree North! The motion's back!
The star is off the frozen track.
A trick for mages? Maybe so...
But look how much the legends grow!
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My ancestor would hiss and guess,
A million years in wildness.
The days grew long, the cycle new,
He didn't catch the cosmic clue.
The Sun, within these fleeting blinks,
Restarts its path, the old light sinks.
A metaphor? A guide for you?
The vault of truth is coming through:
December’s twenty-second dawn —
The Sun is dead, the light is gone.
Three days upon the Cross it stands,
To rise again for future lands!
[Twelve Stray Ducks]
And those twelve stray and wandering ducks,
The "followers" through mud and flux —
The twelve disciples, near the throne?
The Zodiac constellations, known!
A clever trick, a grand design!
The Sun is moving through the sign.
Around the year, in endless rounds,
Within the Zodiac’s great bounds.
Behold the wonders, see the sign:
The water turns to holy wine!
From ice and frost — the grass is green,
But wait... there’s something else unseen!
[The Great Offense]
It turns out that the holy Cross
Is not for Church’s gain or loss!
What "fairytale offense" is this?
A gesture like a mocking hiss!
A pagan map of stars above,
The Zodiac — and not the love!
I write this like a crime, I swear,
Like a pig without a clan or heir!
The demons mess with us for fun:
How to survive without the Son?
The thought is slick, the comfort’s grand,
But, cross my heart, I’m out of hand!
The poet needs a lashing now —
I’ve broken every holy vow!
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[The Poet's Defense]
[Style: Heavy Progressive Rock, Gritty Vocals]
What should I say in my defense?
A poet’s word, a mind intense:
Is this a theft or just a dream?
A plagiarism in the scheme?
We strive for bliss, we seek the light —
Is there a fraud within our sight?
The wheel upon the lunar rover
Is still a wheel, the world over!
Stolen? Maybe... in a way,
(Like spirit turns to blue Curacao!)
But progress moves, it never stops,
While stress of knowledge rains in drops.
We take the best from ancient skies,
Where Horus walked, the Sun will rise!
Give Christ the sandals Horus wore —
Then let us see what lies in store!
[The Fake-Trap Shock]
[Style: Aggressive Thrash Metal, Shouting]
"They fool us all! A fake! A trap!"
"This poem hits us like a slap!"
"Like iodine on open wounds!"
[Shift to Eerie Nursery Rhyme]
[Style: Tiny Toy Piano, Squeaky High-Pitch Child Voice]
"We’re midgets in these comic tunes!"
"And Nosov is the god we choose!"
(Whisper: "Uncle Vova, are you a fool?")
"We’ve gorged on truth until we retch!"
[Back to Heavy Metal Chaos]
[Style: Fast Distorted Guitars, Manic Energy]
"Where is the light and easy sketch?"
"Why all this rant, this holy mess?
Like a sermon in a mourning dress!"
Forgive me, reader, try to see —
I’m forced to write this mystery!
My right hand jammed within the door,
My left hand writing more and more...
The door gave way, I pulled it through,
My hand is swollen, black and blue.
But it will heal, I give my word —
The thought is like a lightning bird!
It tears and rips: "We have been here!"
A trail of dust, a path of fear.
[The Armor of Science]
[Style: Grand Orchestral Metal, Majestic Finale]
"They trick us! He’s a drug-addict!"
"Anathema! Let's ban the script!"
"To death for Cross!" the shadows cry...
But friends, what is a fraud, a lie?
The fraud is there, downstream, my friends...
Just read the books until it ends!
Here is the book! My shield, my dome!
[Sudden Stop]
[Spoken, Deep Voice]
The science of... Astronom!
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[The Heretic's Shout]
[Style: Solo Acoustic Slide Guitar, Gritty Whisper]
And who is screaming? Who is there?
To grab the mic and strip us bare?
"Your Christ is just a mortal man!
A gryphon’s soul within the plan:
The Earth and Sky, the Dark and Light,
Disguised so cunning, out of sight!
[Energy Building]
But listen, Sir, your Excellency —
It’s a parody, a fantasy!
You stained the Sun with crimson red,
While ancient rituals were fed!
The Empire falls, the chaos rings,
And politicians, drenched in blood,
Build up a temple in the mud!"
[The Great Plagiarism]
[Style: Heavy Southern Rock, Orchestral Accents]
"Where’s the original? I ask!
It’s just a boring, stolen mask!
A hundred percent of plagiarism!
The Ten Commandments — hey, you there!
Why Moses gets the lion’s share?
One-hundred-twenty-fifth decree,
From 'Book of Dead' — it’s plain to see!
(Scoffs: "Blah-blah-blah... just stolen words")
[The Poet's Retreat]
[Style: Majestic and Determined Finale]
I’ve had enough! You fool, you beast!
Who’s screaming like a madman priest?
The whip is waiting for your skin —
To crucify you for this sin!
But wait... I’ve spun a tangled web,
I’ll take my staff, I’ll take my pack,
There is no point in turning back.
Like Moses led through desert sand,
I’ll lead you from this loathsome land!
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[The Author's Confession]
Have you read my "Pacer’s Run"?
No? Well, I won't blame you, son.
I gained no profit, not a cent,
My virgin story, heaven-sent.
The rosy editors said "No",
They blocked the tractor, stopped the flow.
A hundred copies — just a start,
To please my mother's lonely heart.
But Aitmatov — the legend, the Great —
He read my script, he sealed my fate.
He saw the flesh, he saw the blood,
He pulled my story from the mud.
Within the madhouse, in the gloom,
He blessed my soul, he light the room.
[Mad Frank]
So now I fire from the gun!
The things I've held since life begun.
The devil's in the details, friend,
A story with no easy end.
My neighbor there, in next-door bed,
With chaotic visions in his head.
While others slept, he’d start his flow,
A talkative ghost with eyes aglow.
He’d talk until the dawn of day,
No screams could make him go away.
Until the needle brought him peace,
A temporary, cold release.
Mad Frank! Contused in wars of old,
But God, his thoughts were pure as gold!
Straight from the soil, from pain and dust —
I turn his words to steel and trust!
[Rot Front!]
Is he alive? Or is he dead?
Post-traumatic dreams instead?
It never leaves you, not for good,
A phantom in the neighborhood.
But I, the miner of the past,
On this mad floor, I’m home at last.
Rhyming this chapter, wide and free,
Expanding my horizons, see?
I send my greetings through the night —
Mad Frank, we’re living! Hold on tight!
Rot Front, my brother! We are here!
Beyond the borders of the fear!
If you are shocked by what you've found —
Just close the book, and leave the ground.
But if you stay — the path is clear,
I’ll quote the truth you need to hear!

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[The Sinking Faith]
[Style: Heavy Gritty Blues Rock, Sarcastic Tone]
Attention, ladies, gentlemen!
The Titanic of your faith — again!
Is it the end? The water’s cold,
The grey rats flee, the story’s told.
The lifeboats hit the ocean’s face,
Another one would quit the race —
"Touch;!" he’d cry. But why the rush?
Let’s wait before the final crush.
Stay for a while, I must ask you:
Is God a Father, real and true?
The course is set for distant shores,
But who will reach the golden doors?
Without His Love, we’re lost at sea,
A "Great Change" for humanity!
[The Ninth Wave]
[Style: Heavy Stomping Rhythm, Aggressive Vocals]
Behold the Ninth Wave! See it rise!
They judge us by our faith and lies.
Who stood for Cross? Who kept the vow?
We’re "beast-men" and "man-beasts" now!
We turned the blood of God to wine,
And crossed the sacred, holy line!
Who’s knocking there? Who beats the drum?
With chattering teeth, the end has come.
A fine sight for the final rite —
The "Requiem of Requiems" tonight!
[The Madhouse Maestro]
[Style: Chaotic Piano, Mocking voice]
Maestro, do not tremble so!
You’re drifting from the tempo’s flow!
Get some valerian, some booze —
In this madhouse, we’ve naught to lose!
A nickel for a glass of light,
For conductors lost within the night,
Whose mirrors are distorted, bent...
But I’ll continue, unspent!
[The Crystal Shift - ANTI-LUST]
[Style: Sudden Transition to Epic Symphonic Power, Church Organ]
I’ll stay direct, I’ll stay absurd,
I’m sure you’ll like my every word.
The ergot’s poison in the brain,
The masters of the lust and pain —
[Grand Orchestral Explosion - Pure Light]
We’re all together, you and I,
In earthly jail...
[High pitched crystal guitar solo]
[Sudden Silence]
[Whisper]
...without the Sky!