Metamorphis Of The Maggots

ONCE THE VIRULENT STORM HAS DIED LIKE CRAWLING INFANTS YOU WILL STRIDE THE HARDEST SHALL BE THE FIRST TREAD WHEN FACING THE STEEP MOUNTAIN AHEAD BUT BEFORE LONG YOU SHALL BE SET FREE AS LION AND HORNED BEAST HOLD BATTLE IN DISPUTE OVER YOUR VALUABLE CROWN UNTIL FINALLY BOTH BEASTS LIE DOWN EQUALLY GLAD AND EQUALLY WEARY SOLE AND SUBLIME THAT CROWN OF YOURS IN THE GRAY FROSTY VOID OF THE ABYSS WATCH THE FLAME BEYOND THE WALL RAISE THE CROWN TOWARD YOUR BLISS ITS' TWELVES STARS FILLING THE SILENCE AND SOLITUDE WITH A RAGING MUSIC AND A MOTION SILENT INDIVISIBLE YOU SHALL SIT ENTHRONED UPON THE INVISIBLE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE MAGGOTS YOUR EYES FIXED ON THAT WHICH IS NOTHING BEYOND ANYTHIGN THAT THOUGHT OR TRANCE CAN REACH METAMORPHOSIS OF THE MAGGOTS ASCEND NOW BROOD OF THE ABYSS YOUR RIGHT HAND GIRTHING THE AZURE ROD OF LIGHT WHILE THE LEFT GRIPPING THE RED SCOURGE OF DEATH GIRDELED BY A SNAKE MORE BRILLIANT THAN THE SUN ITSELF THE GREAT OMNIPRESENT SERPENT WHOSE NAME IS ETERNITY FULL OF KNOWING YOUR MOUTH CURVED MOON LIKE IN A GRINNING SMILE POISED FORWARD KISSING NUIT THE LADY OF THE STRAY ABODES METAMORPHOSIS OF THE MAGGOTS