I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored
And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew pity Or pretty litanies from the Lord
So the plot sickened With the coming of days Ill millennia thickened With the claret I sprayed And though they saw red I left a dirty white stain A splintered knot in the grain On Eden’s marital aid
So glad for the madness(x2)
I walked the walls naked to the moon In Sodom and Babylon And through rich whores and corridors Of the Vatican I led a sordid Borgia on
I read the Urilia text So that mortals wormed As livebait for the dead
And as I broke hope, I choked Another Pope with manna peel Dictating to DeSade In the dark entrails of the Bastille And as He wrote, I smote A royal blow to the heads of France And in the scene of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance
I was an incurable Necromantic old fool A phagadaena that crawled Drooling over the past A rabid wolf in a shawl A razor’s edge to the rule That the stars overall Were never destined to last
So glad for the madness(x2)
I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep Turning sermons with the smell On Witchfinder fingers Where bad memories lingered Burning, as when Dante Was freed to map Hell
I sired schemes and the means To catch sight of the seams And the factories inbetween...
And midst the lips and the curls Of this cunt of a world In glimpses I would see A nymph with eyes for
Eyes of fire that set all life aflame Lights that surpassed art In sight , that no intense device of pain Could prise their secrets from my heart
I knew not Her name Though her kiss was the same Without a whisper of shame As either Virtue or Sin’s And pressed to Her Curve I felt my destiny swerve From damnation reserved To a permanent spin...