Bound in the Abyss
A thousand hellish, hateful hands,
From occult shores and lightless lands,
Gesticulating violently,
In brazen animosity…
Pointing fingers, flapping tongues,
Screaming voices, heaving lungs,
Where is the one who dared to love,
Sweet Jesus sent by God above?
The said accused hangs on the tree,
Ensnared, and plain for all to see,
Now wind the twine about his frame,
And set his being up in flame!
The accusation, loving God,
For on the devil’s pride he’s trod,
And now we want him skewered through,
And banished ever from our view!
There is one law in hell you see,
That must be kept by you and me,
And that is keeping Jesus out,
Unless our guilt be brought about,
So bring the torches, light the hay!
We’ll bury him beneath the clay!
Once on the flame he’s set to roast—
A meal for banshee, ghoul and ghost!
The hatred in me rises up!
A bowl of wrath — the devil’s cup!
My wickedness is found in you,
So this is what I’m going to do;
I’ll cast my spells, like falling rain,
Concocted by my hateful brain,
I’ll see you turning on the spit,
I’ll suckle you at devil’s tit!
I’ll trample you with Shaitan hoof!
I’ll spread bright embers through your roof!
I’ll garnish you with bat and frog,
And paint you like a golliwog!
The demons of the pit will see,
My flaring vitriol and glee,
Enacted by my ghoulish crew,
As curses black wash over you!
With grinning teeth I urinate,
Upon the garden at your gate,
For I am of the devil’s stock,
And you are mine with chain and lock!
I lean to greet you with my lips,
As in your drink my poison slips,
An imbibe cooked of newt and slug,
Indeed my dear, a bitter drug!
Oh I will have my way with you,
In blackness far from heaven’s view,
My wantonness, like honey spread,
Upon you, naked, in your bed!
For I am birthed of boundless black,
(We know there is no going back)
God’s seal has left you; pray go search!
Through garden hedge and leafy birch!
Through mountain crag and desert dry,
I laugh to see you as you try!
Through forest stream and ocean trench,
Through misty moor or rubbish stench!
My jaw will skew, my teeth will grind,
As down this rocky way we wind,
Upon you always — my cold kiss,
To comfort you in the abyss!
AD Lovkis, 16/06/25
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