I bled on a pivotal stretch nLike a clockwork Christ nBears sore stigmata, bored nnAnd as I threw Job, I drove nMyself to a martyred wretch nTo see if I drew pity nOr pretty litanies from the Lord nnSo the plot sickened nWith the coming of days nIll millennia thickened nWith the claret I sprayed nAnd though they saw red nI left a dirty white stain nA splintered knot in the grain nOn Eden's marital aid nnSo glad for the madness (2x)nnI walked the walls naked to the moon nIn Sodom and Babylon nAnd through rich whores and corridors nOf the Vatican nI led a sordid Borgia on nnI read the Urilia text nSo that mortals wormed nAs livebait for the dead nnAnd as I broke hope, I choked nAnother Pope with manna peel nDictating to DeSade nIn the dark entrails of the Bastille nAnd as He wrote, I smote nA royal blow to the heads of France nAnd in the sheen of guillotines nI saw others, fallen, dance nnI was an incurable nNecromantic old fool nA phagadaena that crawled nDrooling over the past nA rabid wolf in a shawl nA razor's edge to the rule nThat the stars overall nWere never destined to last nnSo glad for the madness (2x) nnI furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep nTurning sermons with the smell nOn Witchfinder fingers nWhere bad memories lingered nBurning, as when Dante nWas freed to map Hell nnI sired schemes and the means nTo catch sight of the seams nAnd the vagaries inbetween... nnAnd midst the lips and the curls nOf this cunt of a world nIn glimpses I would see nA nymph with eyes for me nnEyes of fire that set all life aflame nLights that surpassed art nIn sight , that no intense device of pain nCould prise their secrets from my heart nnI knew not Her name nThough her kiss was the same nWithout a whisper of shame nAs either Virtue or Sin's nAnd pressed to Her Curve nI felt my destiny swerve nFrom damnation reserved nTo a permanent grin... nnSo glad for the madness (2x)n nn