Earth's hell was a pit of fuming furnaces<br />
Firing cauldrons of blood<br />
Moving monstrous wheels<br />
Where the air was stale from foul belief<br />
In a shadow, so faint - yet salaciously desired<br />
... to be that of god... to reach into these naked depths<br />
And shaped in soot... a silhouette<br />
Of outstretched arms and torso<br />
At a giant cross... <br />
A desperate view onto the restless mills<br />
That grind... grind... grind... <br />
Jahwe, you were the breeder of a pest cocoon<br />
And whatever your gift was -<br />
Dreadful were the mills that crushed it.