I am the nuance of His sacred breath.
For I shall cause your scroll to bleed
Through the flowering tiger’s vengeful eyes,
And feed scrutiny to jaded lobsters who beseech
Themselves in the demise of man.
For the core of this foundation holds blind stipulations
Of truths belonging to the atrocities of this beastly cup,
From which I drink your stoned brew.
I am corrupted with cruelty for my master.
For as long as the frigid delve into sanctified pools
Of angry sunsets, forever lost shall foul roads be
To the aloft and the siege.
I will encumber your engrossing song,
And let it follow me into lordly kingdoms,
If only to breathe in this lavish fire
That burns inside my marshy corpse.