Monday, January 10, 2011

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My God let me see

My God let me see that my disgust
What I see
Your Creation in its splendor
Was given for our joy
long been an insect
Foul

Walk in my head is that I plan to exterminate
For all technical means available to me

By My mind my hypermarket
pure
me away in the clouds Away from the tiny souls
In an assumption diabolical
My flesh is pale and
damaged by the old sin of Adam
The planned disappearance of your Creation
I, too, the Today I finally wanted
shame I blushed forehead
It fills me
a bitter regret is not knowing love
And not knowing how to admire
In their fragility
The humble ant, cockroach and the contemptible worm ridiculous
Who are their secret paths
who swarm in the dark glow of the Who
civilization swarm and crawl
Who eat the old flesh In the August

animals that harm the dignity
From what is
From what we
My disgust is an exact measure
From extent of my inability
And my inability to celebrate
The beauty of what You wanted
All humanity disgusted
Of itself and what is
Find a shelter in the Internet
She chose to leave the Incarnation
Seeing life as a virus it must be exterminated

For security
In Creating an inlaid ms'est
Cremation
Like a love subverted
Declared public
Sponsored
Eucharist mandatory
Love Official inlaid in Creation
Like apple core
In our shell technology Creating
became a hideous spectacle

D'horror and pornography
Orgy World consumption goods

The world consumes
Cremation itself subverted
The body
And not one sin is the divine fire

Maintained by the devil
Creation / cremation
J ' m / lovin not
The pun is our access to world
Gradient and obscene
Away from your true love
My God, if my death is near
If my body is so heavy
With so light
S ' there is already dust before returning

Hear me And let me hear and see


Your creatures
And Sainte Marie
Sweet mother of one who
All flesh must return
Make that my light is given

Me What I did not know deserve
By my virtue and flickering my fragile works
By my prayer discordant

Grace infinite
your Son Makes me use real
From each of my senses
The sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch
order here below I rent as I'm the eternal splendor

From Creation

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