Blasphemous images

Echoes of a prehistoric silence
Between your eyes and mine

Red ice, red waters
A waterfall of blood running

A wounded childish-
Memory :

Me at the door, you
(without watching back)

A hug that I wait like some people wait for the Messiah :

Spiritually empty
Soulless cramp

Godless eclipse
Armageddon, nuclear war

Every start have an end,
Religious nightmare : Hail the antichrist !


In some sacred temple
we sacrifice our bodies to the saints
those saints made of wood and dust
whose eyes
are dead
in front of them we blaspheme
while our bodies
below the smell of incense
moaning in the candlelights
enjoy ourselves
and with the cross we masturbate
in the name of
Jesus Christ our Lord
and Mother Mary,