(... And from here it seems that:)
The god in man has murdered mankind
And has drowned all hopes and castrated all doubts
Hacked Adam's face into valleys of formless dream
Wherein the Abysmal Angel feast
... Upon disputing tongues and fingers counting difference,
Twitching, questioning eyes and impotent phalluses
Clothed in this presence, this chance of existence' careless circumstance
A mad sun drunk on the blood of every star
Which trample galaxies beneath the monstrous moans of lonely love
As a Will breaching the motion of the worlds
In a single path
In a single word
In a single name
A single noose to hang all gods of shame
And from here it seems that the greatest fear of the living (/dying) is not death
But existence itself, roaring in its tyrannical totality, upon the dying (/living) crowds lost in their hell-mazes of reflection
The god in man has murdered mankind
And has drowned all hopes and castrated all doubts
Hacked Adam's face into valleys of formless dream
Wherein the Abysmal Angel feast
... Upon disputing tongues and fingers counting difference,
Twitching, questioning eyes and impotent phalluses
Clothed in this presence, this chance of existence' careless circumstance
A mad sun drunk on the blood of every star
Which trample galaxies beneath the monstrous moans of lonely love
As a Will breaching the motion of the worlds
In a single path
In a single word
In a single name
A single noose to hang all gods of shame
And from here it seems that the greatest fear of the living (/dying) is not death
But existence itself, roaring in its tyrannical totality, upon the dying (/living) crowds lost in their hell-mazes of reflection