The Wish (Thy Disease)

Sacrifice I have done Is my altar Is the spirit of astral love On the abyss edge Staring into the open wound of earth Feel it now! Swallow transcendantal coat Made of hate Banished words now have been spoken Kiss my scars, consume the pain Look at the living slime made of filth Now I open the veins Before his dusk, when thoughs will be taken Tempt me the last time My God of all the things - you helpless Creator Knowledge - that incapacity is the rule In this fragile world I'm those who know That "be" means "not" Last wish is you to know