One morning, a heathen dead in bed;

the smell of fake love of fiends in his heathen head;

fiends elevating themselves to the rank of enemies,

though really no more than mindless flees

Disturbed forced thoughts flicker in a pious guise;

freedom tied down by ancient nasty lies

Ugly minds hiding behind something pretty;

fiends of folly living their sixty-six-book nitty-gritty

in a malicious formality that deserves no pity

One morning alive and kicking instead;

no need for the sick love of enemies;

that hateful love in that hideous head;

for fuck's sake, Jesus, oh fuck, oh Jeez!!