20,000 leagues carved inside my creche

black moon judgement writhes inside my flesh

black wing, shoulder blade, vertebrae distress

20,000 stares carved into my face

axon dendrite in my lungs

but i'm still awake

20,000 angels carved inside my memory

bygone coffin chorus sing to the hegemony

holy light drowned inside my reverie

I REMAIN A ROTTING EVERYDAY ANGEL

IN HEAVEN, EVERYTHING IS FINE