Lucifer's Morning

“A man agrees with God as a raindrop agrees with the storm.”

Anon.

Son of the morning embracing a delirious dawning,

Spitting a blasphemous litany to dark epiphany,

Brilliance based on all the urchins who Bugg to me,

Within the Black pyramid, We meditate upon DNA,

Dark, Negative, Anti-Social,

A tale far from Apocryphal...

Humanity has no lord, only flies, an unwitting demise,

Cry on a carousel and creep in a catacomb,

A murder of crows heralding unprecedented doom,

Glistening gloom of the crepuscular,

In my dungeon you will not believe what I will do to ya,

Strap you to the rack of lacerated virgin tissue,

Without issue, we urchins make our way down,

To the Prophetic Underground...

Hieroglyphs of demonic design,

Dark, Nether-Worldly, Arabesque

Line the walls of my Lair,

Lunacy far from distress,

Caress contours of The Cave,

Warning the troglodytes to behave...

On dragon's breath, I embrace, the Self's dawning

And return, eyes stitched wide, to the

Delirium, of Lucifer's Morning.