There is a God crying from within,

exalting a jubilant soul.

Know that I am devoured.

See the end through me

as I am the deliverer,

your angel of flesh.

The festival of your passing

from the halls of this world

lie in the maggots and decay

dancing in my labyrinthine intestines.

I did not kill you my child, but know

your death is still my

reward. Your death is

valuable to me and I

celebrate your fallen

form as a feast for

my body and soul.

We angels descend from

the heavens to feast upon you.

I am devoured in

devouring your stench,

and devoured in devouring

the putrid image that

stagnates in your corpse.

I am an angel of Satan

and a servant of God .

See me dance in the sacred

places of the funeral pyres.

See me bathe in the white

ash of crumbled bones;

ribs turned out from the sparse torso

shin bones remain of supple legs

collar bones remind of the absent

shoulders. I drank from that most

curious bowl that is the broken

skull, former dwelling place of

the frivolous intellect.