Walk the magma of my mind
The sky is pitch
The ground is blind
Shapeless forms that hunt and breed
Created out of word or deed
Piles of flesh that swell and spew
The lord of all is walking through
Beast and daemons sing in pain
Law and Chaos strive in vain
Never walking though moving still
They gorge themselves On putrid swill
Things of fear arise behind
You turn, you look,
then become entwined
Rotting corpses kneel and bow
The magma's hot and frozen now
No volition, you cannot fight
You strive for dark and find the light
Walk the magma of my mind
Where ego reigns with pride sublime
Dpc1960
10-12-91