Praise The Whoredom (Massemord)

let the envy and breath-taking anger before the madness throw a scarlet carpet of blood and let the scream quench every candle it is i who's coming the one who raped the death opening the graves burning the names, thoughts and the need of being remembered here's the one who has torn the innocence out of childrens' tight slits the one who has covered the horizon with mountain chains of smoke (and the heavens with the stormy clouds of ashes) from now on& every branch shall weigh down with the burden of infants which livid entered this world through fusty and putrid women's wombs along with life-giving rain the ruins of temples and thrones, bricks of brothels and prisons and challenging spires of human advance will fall piercing you there is blood everywhere and strength beyond the limits crushing the steel melting the air even though i'm tearing the trees out with my anger though i'm crushing steel and a concrete burying you in ashes and when i swallow venom especially nothing but silence comes my nose along with ears and gums bleeds teeth along with nails and along with lungs crack (yet they knit together again when the wind finally calms down) this is my fanaticism, this is my orthodoxy my blindness and stupidity this my devil disguised as whore