Thirsting, waiting -I drank a sulphur feast. Then, silently In an instant. Your flesh become me And I was forlorn. My grave rose to the west For centuries long forgotten, Relentless as the hungry gates of dawn. And there, admist the rubble Of stones and eartly flesh, I laughed and served a sulphur feast. And still it haunts me Drunk, with power I striked at the sun, Engulfed, fiery instant Gobbing, gobbing I devoured the stars, My inuverse torn asunder. Then, as dusk unrawelled The brittle of my bones, A shredded mould of obelisques groutesqe. I strive beneath the essence Derived from mortal men. Caught between two paralells of d**h. Thirsting, waiting -I sailed a sulphur sea, Of putrid furios flesh, A parody of feasting fools Where prophets and madmen, Walk hand in hand.