in the absences of the spirit
who was chasing rays of light
through inaccessible universes
Humans bent their heads
predicting arcane auspices
from bleeding hearts
of immaculate virgins
Orgies of screams and blood
needlessly to appease
horrible gods
From the first groan
a trail of madness and terror
persecutes humanity
Nothing understandable
to our reason
Who cares
of a writhing worm
under our feet?
