I've been waiting for signs of God
Is this world where isolation bears hope
Can I survive His smiting rod
In light that I am of true evil?

Fearing not the man for he does not exist
I am oh-so stubborn in this quest
If you say yes, then I will say no;
Condemned but so unlike the rest.

Ashes to ashes, but dust won't be dust
If you go there then I will go back
This belief so old though it bears no rust
I am determined to find my resolute.

Shall I say I was wrong if I were right?
Will I be smote and burned in the light?
I think not, instead I will lay in the night
My eyes eaten out by the worms.

But if I am wrong and I do find a Christ
Have no mercy on me, for I am malign.
Though I quested long this man to find
In the end I cannot say I did not expect to die.

I sat next to Death
In a ***** and dark barn.
"Take a swig of ***
And taste the smoke, brother.
I'm cooking humans,
Like pine-nuts, in the cauldron. "

She said, smoking a pipe.
"In the dry and gray wilderness
Called 'life' I got them;
They are, like oysters, food:
The shells of flesh houses
Tasteless and slimy mucus,

The watery rheum of the soul,
That some God in there sneezed. "
"But such oysters have no pearls?"
My ambition asked.
"Nearly all, not" Death,
Chewing, belched:

“But the heart of some
Rots and inflammates in strange islands:
The dreams, the fantasies,
The most durable daughters of the soul;
But even such diamonds I break
And eat like peas porridge."

And at that I rose disturbed
By Death, who I could not trust
And went about my way.
"Come back soon, dear oyster."
Called the woman enrobed,
"For Death finds all, eventually."