All Things Must End

When would

Those cruel guns

Bleep

Through our

Nightmares

 

When would

These girls learn

That

Wet dreams

Consecrate

Holy alters

Incensed chambers

Meetings behind

Soft curtains

 

Our lust

Is the prize

Within which

All religion stands

Challenged

By the cock

And the womb

 

All things must end

For new things to begin.

So must nature mean

So its true heart speaks.