Protomartyr Thekla

A menstrual breath to the masculine skies
Where whirlwinds are mushroomed and stimulated to a frenzy
By the sight of godly temples of phalli
The rose-cloud above phosphorescent oceans
The ominous warning signs
Behold, the red crosses, oh lord
Have mercy on upon us
Is painted on the doors
It’s nothing but disguised armies of insects
Billows of flies
A gigantic elevated funnel-shaped mirage
Filthy creeps in swarms
May you never spread your legs to these showers of dirt
May you never turn the other cheek
To the effluence of blood and sperm
Cutting a sacrificial knife through the imperishable consolation of
Man versus woman
Hate versus love
(ad lib satanism)