Broken Wand -

Into ceremonial Hell I go

Never ending pain

Compulsions succeed compulsions

And comes again with new faces

No peace in this world

Though I swing my magic wand

To save myself from disaster

Molecular harvest testing all

Pushing my limits of sanity

I have moved beyond

Where there is no rest for

The wicked mind

And the more I seek truth

The more distant I become

No love without hate

And no hate without faith

In this communion, I seek shelter

And fetch a hint of wisdom

Given the power to lose myself

To what I perceive as divine

A spectral reflection of the inside

A drop of venom in the snake-nest

I love to love

But also love to hate

The ecstasy of devastation

With its phantomatic adrenalin

A tempest made for godliness to know

Who I am and what I am dying for

Rushing through my soul

Makes pain go away