Totemic Meal

by Es




As you can hear
My precious, my dear
Your  child, emblem of which you don't have
Cries, so clear
As you can touch
His cock is getting hard
Worship, lick it, dance around it
Go into raptures and fly away
You're so near  to reach it, you're touching it
God, it's so strange
It's so
Here you my flesh
Put into yourselves
Waste quickly your meal, my children 
Before Heaven fade
Here you my blood
Drink it in loving memory
Who shall drink from my source will never know
Neither  pain nor death
Because I am sent here to be your own
Totemic meal  
So fix me
Explode all sadist oral instincts  
The Titans came from hell slaughter  the god child
To cut him in seven pieces and boil his flesh 
Then from underground he will reborn 
Giving us the wine
Parricide
Parricides we are
But he whom everything reprises
Before murdered then late-lamented
Always come back, immortal
Eternal sublimation and source
Of all guiltiness
The Titans came from hell slaughter  the god child
To cut him in seven pieces and boil his flesh 
Then from underground he will reborn 
Giving us the wine
Parricide
Parricides we are
But he whom everything reprises
Before murdered then late-lamented
Always come back, immortal
Eternal sublimation and source
Of all guiltiness
The slim line that keeps hanging men
Between reality and a huge whirl of madness 
Break

Written by: Fabien Leanza

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