Earth's hell was a pit of fuming furnaces Firing cauldrons of blood Moving monstrous wheels Where the air was stale from foul belief In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired ... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths And shaped in soot... a silhouette Of outstretched arms and torso At a giant cross... A desperate view onto the restless mills That grind... grind... grind... Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon And whatever your gift was - Dreadful were the mills that crushed it.
