Void Inferior

Thrust ourselves into mouth of Nothingness
Morning stench, wrathful gibberish and illiteracy
Burning throat taste of victory
and every stone thrown towards ourselves
Our fate morphine and sewage

Litanies of awkward words spit into air and into 'strong' hearts
On a necessity's leash, on a leash of self-love
with one single word shortening few thousand breaths
Wasting exhalation
So thrust fear into eyes of void
Morphine in its veins and sewage into entrails

Therefore thrust into mouth of our devils
Cosmic gnosis and earthly hypocrisy
The same resounding tones
Unbearable ironically
and too beautiful to be spoilt
with the poison of meaning

Consume them you all now and forever more
sponging flesh of yours in raptures of misery
Claimed to have power upon lives of gods
and upon foundations of temples
Rejoicing emptiness sweeter by all means
than idiotic eucharyst no matter what communion

So let the distant babylon fall
and every harmed man of this world
In the pupil of man's eye everything beyond himself
In the mist of golgotha shall die anyway

On no account your stench cannot become a spear
And your wisdom - which should never bear such a name
cannot convert even single soul
There is nothing to return to since void is our slave

Spitting onto old men proudly in fact sounds
With these stakes of burning words carrying simply trivial strenght
Pseudoreflections and grievance against rabble
completed with kisses of chalices
And morning end of day

Therefore thrust ourselves into mouth of void
Morphine in its and our veins and sewage into entrails and our throats
the same resounding words
Incomprehensible obviously
and too beautiful to be spoilt
With the poison of meaning