Mother of abominations. Our Lady Overkill. Smothering the congregation. Grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration. No mercy or brakes applied. I see dead stars collide.
Dim the lights, wrong the rites. Toss the puerile cross away. We are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night. Pyres stain a milky way.
Led to other worlds. By the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her. Be my mannequin. . Be my mannequin. I cannot remember. How it was that we first met.