When the love died,
The miracle mourned.
To be free,
In me,
I turned the promised key.
Eternal, relentless, inevitable,
Comes the transformation.

Vigorous is the bliss of the wicked,
Their ways, my ways,
Their days long with the work
of the mark.

Evolved downwards,
My reflection abandons me to empty mirrors,
I can only see myself in blood.

Beast, Devil, Human,
I caress with claw,
I kiss with fang,
I pursue with hindquarters,
I taste with a lacerating tongue.

Unleashed, is me,
Upon this holy land,
Behind the mask of a brother,
Costumed in the manner of a friend.
Ripping, tearing, dismembering,
I spaghetti swallow intestines,
I chew, I slurp, I grin,
Unaware of the gaping wound,
In my open stomach.