Neither God nor Master

Sludging through Mucous and murk Magma fills my lungs With hope Will tomorrow come? Dilate your eyes, see past time Crawl, crawl, crawl Will tomorrow come? I can see the end Light from the moon And, a stone In hand 

I come from the underworld I want the flesh of your progeny Marked and cursed are we Breasted and weak We come from the underworld We ride the backs of black horned goats Forget your history Come and rewrite it with me Forget your history...