I can hear
her celestial voice. Here she looks for a holy flower
in my body .
Her golden youth, her love talk drowns into the
abyss of
misery of a wounded Stag. Hey primal Gods, how long
you’ll remain
inert? Now wake up slowly. I have seen her fled
from the astral
rib-cage. Now she governs the crucified city of
Jerusalem - where
an innocent Judas is applauded in front of
a sinful
Christ. Kiss me caress me my mother-monster, till the
end of the
night derived from the trance of that wounded Stag.
(Translated by Anonymous)
(Translated by Anonymous)
