Angelskingarden

Touched by Jeqon

The inciter

Well-rounded womanflesh

Doth tempt

The angels of the watch

To sin

And their sons are

Nephilim

Thrice blessed are we in his garden

We have the world, our health, our kin:

As we «go forth and multiply»

We take form each other's skin

Endogamy: the choice of millions

In (all their) elemental ugliness:

In the echoes of repetition

Imperfection sires itself

Nothing in life

Has any business being perfect:

It's an affront

To anyone with good taste

Choice is divine

So choose family over strangers:

Why trouble the waters

Of the gene pool for a mate?

Carbon Vessel

Carbon content

Carbon copy

...Carbonize...

Like a lump between two surgeons

Man quivers 'twixt desire and need:

The law is the will, and we've chosen

The kingdom of which we would be

In filial sect

We are genesis incarnate:

In our faces

We see manifest destiny

(and) leave nothing alive

With thoughts of heaven come deeds of flesh:

We'd look once more upon his holy visage

And our children whom we've known and wed

(are) our means to recreate his image

In lurking fear of his displeasure

After dark, between their cries

In the eye of the beholder:

This is where beauty dies