Goath

[To be honest, nowadays there are no idols, icons or ideals for the people to follow and worship. On the one hand, this is good because without being a blind servant of a supreme power, we can learn how to believe in ourselves and how to deny, but on the other hand, I think we all struggling in the lack of choosing, we eat (almost) everything which lies before us, which is simply put before our eyes.]

"Feel the horns growing on the forehead"

God on the thorn-leash

While whine and lamentation

Are audience, so sad:

How could such a superb king kneel on his own cord?

So tragedic:

From venomous lips

Peals the caustic truth

Pure, cold, concentrated words.

Crawling under skin

Absorbing the self to make sore space.

Come...

Don't be afraid, god will compensate you

For the grief and anguish

For the cursed fate

For the blood you shed

For your loyal blindness

"Succulent are the fruits which god feeds his children with"

Splendid skin: cloth of depravation

Worms feast in this flesh of rot

They devour, consume, creating maze

The labyrinth of bedlam

nema.