Teitanblood The Origin Of Death
The black web falls and I see tunnels Tunnels in a milliard directions covered with small veins like those of the finger There never was a mistery Red, dry riverbeds of life Leading to barren seas Roaches with soft wings cover the earth and me Paths along the mountains to the dephts of the ocean Spirits breathing, every thing watches A such welcoming desolation A horror so tangible as to lose meaning, I cannot see Dante's footsteps Serpentine trees hang upside-down Strange idols scream Bushes with fangs and teeth hide the path winding ever downwards Spirits breathing Falling from one precipice to another draggend by the shoulders down Regular-shaped cliffs lead down pulled down by the head The stairs made for a god Faces in all directions Spirits breathing Segments of microbiological waste The trees cannot reach here Vast landscapes Linger between mountain roots The most distant ends of the DNA Vibrate with recognition The vagina of the earth Swift spirits tumble in debris Veins of the firnament pulsate with death I see faint voices ahead The walls of rock shift shape Behind heavy shrouds of hanging fumes As the sund covers the red surface of the ocean above Indigo nothingness extends The sun divides slowly into smaller spheres Winds play in the dust The dust itself desintegrates Lavoisier was wrong I turn my million eyes Black granite ascends far above A madonna of the gods. Features chiselled deep Each shade in the cosmic radiations hides an abyss A vertical seam Black granite ascends A vertical seam opens A monument reveals An eternal hollow A rotating serpent, coiled an eight, rotating twirling Two serpents rotating A thousand million serpents One inside every cell Of every organism Ever lived or ever to live
