Repined Bastard Nation

Do we need another bastard nation…
another force-fed disgust
Do we need another bastard nation…
aiming at us clinically
Like an insect-swarm
towards the shapeless mouth
of a dead whore
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
arising from melted mass
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
taking invincible shape
to standing ovation
Repossessing night and her hand’s godly touch
The unbearable feeling of hitting that
dark wall is a scene that must come to an end
Eartly decay in front of our eyes
Now, now it’s killing for a living