Her Dominion

Her throat

Labours at

At the work

Of felate

A ghoul has stepped through her skin and into God

And in this place, she is bound to her God

Bride of the rotting world, made by God

Awful and beautiful to her eyes

Because here, here, love ends, here, love dies

Come the arrival of the God of all flies

Consumed

By her own

Slow-burn

Bitter fire

Utter, utter the words of her mind

Mother, mother to all mankind

Utter, utter, "All men will fall"

Day by day, she steps closer to her crucifixion

Fair ribbons of scarlet dangle from her wrists

Hard by the gates to hell, her crucifixion

From her own

Sound creation

She is brought

Into being