Luyện nghe bài hát Foetus God

Foetus god in silence
a bastard deity for us to
blasphemy of gen
in backward involution

Foetus god of the Diine
latent rape of wet, womb
man-made myth to in mind
the vilest of five senses

Undone miracles never to
invalid of slave thought
the light its dawn can shed
is from burnt wisdom and shimmering

is not the Kingdom
no trace of I see
no to expect
a seed of claws upon your

As pure wit turns effusions
we, of Truth, ex and devour
gods manifested in images
astrally hunted in shadow and

Sweet holy godsend meat
I bet you listen to this of me

Sweet shiftless godsend meat
I bet you listen to this of me
by little, one by one
the thorns become the crown

Thine is not the
no of strength I see
no Mercy to
a seed of claws your lips