The Greatest Jubilee

This doesn’t sound nearly as theatrical or comical as it should

Alighieri sees me as a dishonor

Cursing me from the gates of hell

Requiem for the sclerotic, possessed by torpor

The body in the madhouse is not of an immortal

I survived inquisition,

Politi-comical commissions

Protested divinity into senseless matters

My tragedy has been pointless for so long

But I write and poetize it in an epic song

Sempiternam jubilaeum

I leave the world to crumble alone

And take refuge in my mind

Abridgment and sentient about my devotion

Wet, in my bed, around a thousand emotions

It’s written on my bible

The evangel of the snake

The ophidian sacrament

Vulgar, hedonistic, indecent

Sempiternam jubilaeum

My overdose is from stars, not from crack

There is no boundary I cannot wreck

I’m covered with petals

And gold bravery medals

So I’ll be honored by all

I’m much wider than your simple eyes can see

Or you fathom to believe in the greatest jubilee

In your world so precious, my beauty is atrocious

Reality is met only with lies

Evil has many faces, many forms,

In blood and pleasure I rule the destruction I adore

While I inject it down with gore

Freedom entwine my senses

I’m the dusk flirting with dawn

Cause I’m not constant with my passions

Sometimes love’s just too ethereal

But I’m young and my time’s getting short

Sempiternam jubilaeum

I call for every apostle in hell

I climb on my serpent and bid you Farwell

The vipers are coiling, the opus is rolling

In the palace built in my mind

I may be committing an eighth or ninth sin

Maybe happiness is just the absinth

Until today some of them call me the great whore

Bound to hateful blasphemy since the day I was born

And as I wrought myself to shards of what I’ve been

Those pieces hunted gathering

Mirroring the deep of me