Eden, drained of its four rivers of vomit
Kailash, its four open sores for the world to drink from with noxious ferver
Round is the eternal circumference
Being dragged back to where we all started
Hellenistic, your tired psalm of eternal damnation rings hollow
You spread fear and disease with your doctrine of anxiety and platitudes
Logos - humbled by interpretation, your vision has sprouted roots
Now it drinks and chokes itself and each other
And our fantasy of liberation from your promises of horror
You who uses threats of torment, to bring forth love
