Uran*s, father sky, patriarch
Secured on your place by the titans
Uran*s, overarching dome of bronze
You encompass all with your presence
Uran*s, you love gaia
But hate the children she begets
Every night you come to her
Covering the earth from above, suffocating her
Aware of nothing but yourself
But you hate the children she begets
Isn't it yourself, that you see in them?
Won't saturn follow in your footsteps?
Won't zeus?
Heed this prophecy
And castrate yourself
Uran*s, you proclaim, you protest, you curse
But you do not understand yourself
Silence! silence! silence! silence!
Uran*s!
Feel her rage, ΤΗΕ wrath of the sea as it unfurls
Righteous, unrestrained, indescriminate
Bathed not Οnly in the present
But in the premonition and rememberance
Of milleniums of oppression
The wounds of countless souls
Submerged, muted, cast away
All now embodied in a single voice
Silence! silence! silence! silence!
Uran*s
Your manhood slips behind your feet
Swollen and flaccid
Your blood mixed with her waters
Her waters turning into ice
Engulfing you forever
A world of rigidity
Revolving around
A system of change
Her:
“come here boy
In my cradle
You have to stop
Stop resisting
Just whisper along with me
The age of men is past
The age of men is past
The age of men is past”