Sterile Egg

Today the masses feast upon

A sterile egg that heaven's womb rejected.

Too early did the seed that shot

Inside the luminous membrane,

Release its cloud of dust.

 

With eyes that stare at the inverted Sun

And pleas for life to enter in the core

They lift the egg to starry skies above

Before their teeth sink in the flesh

That never formed around the bone.

 

And when digestion finally begins

The elect shout towards the Milky Way,

"We send you light, they now are pure!"

The Archons won, but life did not begin,

From timeless ocean filled with corpses.