I call upon the powers of decay;
For the end of mankind, I solemnly pray.

O Lucifer, I call upon the powers of decay:

The darkness of fire,
The slowness of wind,
The sweetness of death,
The pleasures of sin.

The softness of glass,
The blackness of Sun,
The virtue of hatred,
The multitude of One.

O Lucifer,
Bring about darkness, eliminate light;
Promptly rid Gaia of its humanly blight:

The myopia of prophets,
The impotence of Christ,
The ******* of priests,
The lie of Paradise.

Don't talk down to midgets.  
Don't bad-mouth the buck-toothed.  
Don't denigrate the blacks.
Such behaviors are rude.

Don't speak ill of the sickly.
Don't take cheap shots at the Jews.
Don't rag on the homeless.
They don't deserve your abuse.

Too many chocolate eggs
Can induce diabetes.
And when chocolate eggs **** you,
You won't be resurrected,
Like some people we know.
Easter Bunnies don't know CPR.

Darling, your love is so steep.

Every day,
I cross your little paths of freckles,
Navigate across your supple curves,
Traverse your succulent lips,
Climb your fiery curls:
Your labyrinthine locks,
the spiraled stairways to your soul.
Alas, every day I lose my way,
And I tumble back to where I began,
Only to prepare for tomorrow's ascent.

I, Sisyphus, yearn to reach your peak.
But dearest, forgive me, your love is so steep.

Switch-knife, rooftop.
Bloodstain, teardrop.
Dollar sign, airport.
Sole choice, sold short.

You try to hate me,
But I am your fault.
You try to blame me
For pain that you want.

You try to escape me,
But I am the way.
You try to berate me,
But know not what you say.