rintrah snores and dangles his leaden feet
he's been sat on his
arsh for ages
a liberator's born to blaring
horns
he'll blow open all our cages
he'll lead us from our vale of flesh
to rarefied peaks of mountain ranges
a cut of a knife, a moment's death,
and there we'll be- free
take this life, it's all i've got to give you
and free me from engulfing chasm
of orgiastic animal lustful living
by knife point's ultimate orgasm
raise me to the mountain's peak
here we're born to chase phantasms
penetrate me til i shriek
i wish to be made free
we'll queue billions deep to take his knife
we'll come bringing sharpening stones
with collars all undone, our throats exposed
some with sharp blades of their own
masturbators celebrate
a prophet's come to bring us home
one by one he'll liberate
at long last we'll be free