Strangulation Alpha, - Korova

Beyond the Stage where we all meet,

the Mirages of Children Kings,

Sin Omnium breeds Reveries:

All must be dead,

the Windmen’s lurid Masks & hellish Laughters.

Greed Generation Zero, Wheels in the World Machine,

Child Emperors 2000 countlessly march to the Katalypse.

When Suicide turns Shots & Showers golden in Siren Seas

and swallowing until we sleep — Strangulation Alpha

With thirteen Wounds in every Hand

we creep the Circles for our Lord,

a burning Star for each to gnaw,

All must be dead

except the Forests of the strangled Necks.

And through Year-Millions we stray Million Manias,

a Cannibal-Lighthouse was built of our Nights.

And it drags us towards sweet Assnakements

through deep Gullet-Tunnels with Dark on each Side.

Fornever will a Word lament,