Graves of the Fathers - Cryptopsy

Sextons of the churchyard

Have seen unblessed things;

Ground no longer hallowed

Has sprouted new graves

Descendants of clan

That unsurped maternity

Hear whispers in their blood;

This summons of the Fathers

Adherence to the principle

Of «man by woman born»…

Anachronistic ritual

Soon to be obsolete

«Forgive me Father

For I know not what I do;

My grave beckons

As irresistable as drawing breath.»

Nature abhors a vacuum

The same is true to a tomb…

It cannot be empty

A barren womb of plenty…

A vacant grave must be filled

For this the Fathers' will

Material birth be abjure

A mother’s cunt is unpure

Sired in blasphemy

In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts

Filled with necrolatry

Reverse the life cycle be reborn through Death

«Forgive me Father

For I know not what I do;

I leave a void to fill one

Hear my prayers from far below.»