Let these words be as sand in the cogwheels of reason
As a malign disturbance in the sustainment of universe
And let each quark of this degenerated microcosm
Stand as a citadel of cold and deliberate hatred
Let there come a glorious error in the patterns of the world
Let the tainted foundations of reality crumble
And let us hope nothing comes afterwards
So the gravest of mistakes we all blindly wander in
Will finally come to an end
Annihilate prime factor
Thrice deny divine restraint
Reject all things finite and infinite
Annihilate prime factor
Towards the tainted omega-pleroma, so perfect
In its warped beauty, it comes to burn the earth
And our hearts shall welcome the flames with purest of joys
Haunted by the voices of living breathing cosmos
Isis! Cunt of pneuma, whence all floweth
Exceeding the capacity of pure abstraction
Digitized Logos, blistered into matter
