The holy monkey of God's poor wrath
And the stars are the eyes of the serpents...
Your god is a devil, and he has made a monkey out of me.
Hear the sounds. The screeching and wailing makes my tail curl. The venal and belittling roar of the hogs, a desperate yelping tuned to Satanic frequencies.
You have made a monkey out of me.
They have made a monkey out of you.
And the stars are the eyes of the serpents.
Their silence is a holy gift, beatific rest.
[colubra mater—the Mother Snake]
Call godly men
to butcher the weak,
He says.
Your god is the devil,
and he has made a monkey out of me.