We All Need A Bath

Sister, self and soul are a sole flow of blood's life:

Mother to the Ashuras by the rays of Surya's golden egg.

That is, those who had lost their head to her haemoglobic hymen:

Diabolically divine crows that gathered like a snow crew

Upon the crest of cruel and dumb devil hills

What can be severed or crucified can also be reconstituted:

Arks that traverse the arcs on the altar of the world

Blood upon blood upon blood

Rites and Rituals for Cults and Calendars

Births, circumcisions, wars, deaths...

All of them marriages in the Bridal Chamber

Cords tied, loosened and broken

Hearts rule diamonds, clubs and spades

Chess isn't chess without the collateral

Vultures must have their towers

Or Anu would be made a fool;

His airplanes turned to rusted tombs,

Skirted by the broken betrothals of truck tires

Celestial Sinai's fortress lies in ruins beneath her cousin Yerikho

Lunar luminosity has self-destructed by Ilu's delirious council,

Blinded by the shaving of Akhenaten's hair

Confusion reigns until Nergal awakes from Vishnu's slumber

And the naughty children of the House are brought to recompense