a melding of physical glory
eternal tale of the human story
rapturous bliss likened to happiness
only relief from the mental abyss
closest expirience for man of God
ephemeral break from life's facade
spirit, body, and mind intertwined
every thought of all falls behind
demuring to the call of the divine
transcendent joy, objective prime
blessed action beyond space or time
primal attraction innundates the mind
mental distraction, selfish love, be mine
my enjoyment ranks above yours in line
you wretched whore, i implore your resources
to flourish and fill me gorishly, while i bore through thee
my sword is never sheathed, until you're completely devoid of energy
bow to me, fall down to your knees, pleasure me, but you shall never suceed
insatiable, i am, i am man, you are the scarifice, you are my lamb, at my command
i dam your waters, take down your herds in slaughters, bastardizing your products,
your suns and daughters, your trees and leaves, synthesizing any of these
sympathizing not with your needs, taking more than i need to eat or breathe
die, wretched bitch, i love to rape thee, and how you berate me
and think that you can escape me...flooding and quaking
but only yourself are you breaking, quit faking
i see your skin, it's increasingly flaking
i see your kin, mine for the taking
not until we're through
i shall remain true
mother nature..
I hate you...
