(a love song to freedom--nothing is true, everything is permitted)

when the mouth of hell opens up before me, come suffering,
wash me of my impurities, teach me what it is to want More
everywhere I turn, the despisers of the body,
in their despair they revile and betray our very souls
angels bleed out from their wounds, demons out from mine
remind me what’s at stake, drive me day and night
In this forsaken slaughterhouse, God forgot but I have not:
I still know exactly what I want.
time is running out for you, all the things you desire
are hostile to you
your submission and complacency
I’ll never stoop to understand
you’ve sacrificed yourselves: you raised your temples to the skies,
plucked your tongues, sewed shut your eyes,
deified your fears, set them upon a throne
sacrificed your flesh, now nothing is left for you but the bones
(meanwhile:)
on the edge of humanity, health and sickness casting lots for me,
for the first time I could see I meant nothing to either one
desperate, starved in every way,
bloodstained bread she brought for me
I had fucking nothing, and God help me,
I took it while I could.

Nailed to my sacraments, to the marrow of my bones
Making my way alone down this road paved with thorns
Striving to carve a path through the pestilence that surrounds
Unburied, death defying. . .