Way Home

It’s been a long way

A life as a shadow

In damned humility

To see the stars

Just an evening wish

To become a star

Bound by the duty

To leave one’s own mortal shell of flesh

The renewed self

Free from old dogmas

Wrong mortal

And when you’ve reached the end

You don’t need what once

Made you human

Satan becomes your reflection

Seven cockroaches

Lead you into the light

Once you’ve swallowed six of them

You will see through the eyes of the seventh

And the path will be clear

Find the one rat, whore, witch

She will give you your new name

And she shell become the mother of your children

Then eat her up like her brother

The provisions on your last journey

You’ll have to puke

For seven long years

And thereby acquire the behaviour

Of contempt made flesh

Jump into the stream of decay and human tar

On it’s ground you’ll find the blade

It turns innocence into blood

As it will turn all life into oblivion

When you step out

Look into the mirror

You will behold yourself

And you are free

Flesh and blood to stone

Stone to dust

Dust to rust