By Louis Denair
Morality, the worm that dwells within my brain,
Consumes my reason, my soul, my body
Its structure, its weakness, alas I fail to feign!
Hath I not the power of will to fight my gravest enemy?
I can, alas I hath not the madness to fight myself
For this worm, oh Damnation!, 'tis me that I see!
A rotten body of madness, confusion and decay.
To fight the parasite, is to destroy my essence,
From birth to death and mayhap beyond,
I hath and shalt carry this burden, this sentence,
Endowed upon my soul by nature, God?
Fight the godly I cannot, oh God, oh nature, I cannot!
For this worm, oh Havens if ya hear, 'tis me that I see!
Forever floating in the razor-sharp sea of morality…
Born I was with lightness of heart beyond measure,
In those ginger times, all was light and all was pleasure,
Now, in these darkly times, the worm hath grown,
Quashed my joy, all meaning of life and death hath drown,
Now remains an empty void, gone is meaning and gone is rhyme.
Alone I stand in this hell, helpless to aid my own despairing cause.
For 'tis utter folly to fight what one is part of, lest my own shall collapse,
Barren body, within such barren thoughts that doth slip away.
But Lo! And Behold!, herein light hath shone,
Where darkness was, a single ray of hope arose,
Still confusion, but hope indeed there is,
Bretheren, hear me, heed me, do not moan!
Extremities call for highest measure!
Come! Together in this brilliant moment join!
What we cannot fight alone, let us greatly treasure,
What we cannot defeat, to our own cause turn!
No sense indeed fighting one's own, let the worm eat its own tail.
Oh Great Worm, oh Great Monster, be well and oh Hail!
Such fruits arose from your existence, now we obey you!
Obey, bretheren, in the name of the Worm, obey all thou,
For now is time, obey, and in His name, Kill Morality…
Rotten parasite, floating in oblivion, killed by his orders and by his own,
We killed thou in unity and, rest assured, in unity your death we shalt mourn.
Hush! It sleeps! Care for our master, but dare not awake it from its dreamworld lore.
We love thou, oh Great Worm named morality. Now sleep, rest,
thine time hath passed…