Let it strip away your clothes and likeness,
ripped apart from the worldly flow.
Let it strip away your voice your pen,
your hands your feet,
what is it that you believe ?
Trample cast and creed
your mother dirt.
A fleeting piety
a sense of us and we.
What it is without we
that I can be ?
Social creatures from social lands,
oneness in depravity,
an ecstasy of contrarian hand.
“ The thoughts are mine
and my actions too
there is but will
and will makes us do. “
A debaucherous life
or the pious few
we are but change
and change is you
a fact ancient
before me –
or you.
