Shiny like marble kissed by seaSome Castaneda dreamsBy William Burroughs meansFeeding the devil with a spoonIt is the lengthNot the skill nor stealth or strengthLike,Do you got what it takes to know yourselfTo kill the universeYou try to twist into a curse’True flesh of a swine fattened on her broodWill bark at the sun howl the moonGo grasp the meaning of universeOr kill thyselfNo four and nine is a twelveNo ten and three is a twelveThe new born moon did burn you blindA Horus of plucked out eyeTrying to map the skyTo find a place to go when he diesBride wealth of the sun for the wife you wed -A templars’ BaphometCrown that fits no headPork jelly fedNo suckling to sodomy and sinCheap wine pissed in the windGonna get it rightFor true flesh of a swine fattened on her broodWill bark at the sun howl the moonGo grasp the meaning of universeOr kill thyselfSeasons they changeWinter did comeWashed down with bloodGulped down your sunAnd ogre brood soulsGnaw cheese from the moonDream of wells by the roadIn darkened bedroomsBut no coffin lid nailsNo n demon namesCreate no interest in hellYou got nothing to sellFor no nine and four’s twelveNo ten and three’s twelveNo such thing as yourselfKill the universe