Humanity is ravished a thousand times
And bludgeoned to death at the altar in a sacred place.
Your soul is tortured and torn into pieces
While your half conscious body shrieked at its loudest.

A poppy in your grave, growing in betwixt your legs,
Now you have a thousand stars in your limbs,
In your white bone a lustrous moon stone;
A glowing meteor in your delicate heart,
In your rising and falling ***** an asteroid;
A rushing celestial comet in your cold blue veins;
Atmosphere  in your  single tender taken soft breath.

Come return unto us like a burning fire
Accompanying the cosmic ire
To cleanse us of hideous evils;
To cleanse the earth of those incubus devils.