ABORNING

Awoke with a vicious grin
in the phallus entrance;
hard from the mother's cries
your infant's hands are gripping flesh.

Dying, sweating storms
writhing on a gurney.
Dreams of pleasure burning off in sheets.
No time to sedate, this harlot must be seen at once.
Protrusions rising from the skin underneath her gut
are wearing thin.

Now as your belly is split apart
a voice begins to whisper "I have come for the light."
Arisen in shame, shrouded in filth
his starry eyes meet hers.

"I was borned by the serpent's spleen, carried in the bearing queen."

What a sultry world God hath created.
Showered with our pensions never earned.

Fire rains down from the north
carrying plagues and shedding skins-
And thus the beast will lead
his minions through the seas.
Covering all of the lands,
he's got the world in his hands.

(Lead : Funderburk)
Solace is all that he's seeking.
Provisions nourishing the son
of fallen kings
atop of the highest tower in hell.
Solace is all that he's seeking.

"One of these days you'll make it through the night
without gouging your eyes out
at my sight."

Awoke with a vicious grin
I am the son.