In Coelo Quies. Tout Finis Ici Bas

Calm may reign in heaven
But down here, all is ending
All that you have desired
All you could have loved
All you considered sacred, bonds
Intentions, potentials
Betrayals, lusts — count for precisely naught
Give the lie to all sense of is or ought
Fucking hilarious you thought it could be other
Get on your knees, soaked in history’s flaming cum
To turn from recognising, to shudder
In fear at yourself is weakness
Cry me a river of fucking poison milk
Slowly crawling toward this life’s hour at last… glory…
Total and complete victory of abject shit, the baying
Swine, mocking nihil pearls…
Clamouring to be fed to cannibal pigs