---

It’s been a long way,

a life as a shadow

in damned humility.

To see the stars

just an evening wish.

To become a star

bound by the duty.

To leave one’s own mortal shell of flesh,

the renewed self,

free from old dogmas,

wrong mortal.

And when you’ve reached the end,

you don’t need what once

made you human.

Satan becomes your reflection.

Seven cockroaches

lead you into the light.

Once you’ve swallowed six of them,

you will see through the eyes of the seventh.

And the path will be clear.

Find the one rat – whore, witch -

she will give you your new name.

And she shell become the mother of your children.

Then eat her up like her brother.

The provisions on your last journey.

You’ll have to puke

for seven long years.

And thereby acquire the behaviour

of contempt made flesh.

Jump into the stream of decay and human tar.

On it’s ground you’ll find the blade.

It turns innocence into blood

as it will turn all life into oblivion.

When you step out,

look into the mirror.

You will behold yourself

...and you are free.

Flesh and blood to stone,

stone to dust,

dust to rust.