Ceremonial Swamp - Onirophagus

Your body is mud

So what.

What’s the problem?

Ceremonial water.

Instincts of life

Claws in the air, any priest yet

Semen, infection

The roots of the plague

Mankind as a virus.

Virus of life

We are impure

We’re flesh and sand

Primitive, iniquitious animal

With no ideologies

Or clear moral sense

Black ritual concurrence

Ceremonial swamp for your clan

Decapitation of the well- beheaded

Precious stones in our foreheads

Spirituality of your flesh

Purity of your simple thoughts

Swimming in the liquids of life

Far from the drey seas of death