Holy Opium - Medico Peste

Flockening to the light like moths

They are vagrants without a home

Standing under other’s gates

Here fools wielding poems

Thieves and liars haggling for redemption

While me and I no longer share a conscience

One seeks to find his way, other begs to lose

Shed his clarity and stand naked as Lazarus

Leper kings of Jerusalem

Hand in hand with the czandal

Hail to the vulgar commoners

Whores, butchers and performers

Sucking the word like an udder

To feed their posthumous selves

Man-made morality, the essence of the world

Reality made guise and virtue a delirium

The sovereign made czandal, to be God be an animal

Holy opium, delightful holy opium