The Incinerator (25.03.08)

In the first moment
All was fire,
And all shall return to fire
When we dream
That we are dreaming,
The moment of awakening is at hand

You only get to squeeze the bottle four times
The first two are business;
You aim for the clothes
The third is for fun;
Do they have long hair?
You squeeze the bottle the fourth time
After you wake him up;
To let him in on the joke,
Then you throw the match

As the flame rises from the offering,
The gods of carrion gather like flies,
To wheel and circle in the smoke,
But they do not come for the flame;
They come for the smoke,
And the dirt of the offering,
And the offering is carrion,
The Flame purifies it

The only clean gods
Are the gods of fire;
Flame licks the heels of the corrupt gods,
And consumes their wings;
And they spiral like bats into the Flame

Flame turns corruption into heat and Light
When the Earth is cleaned of its corruption,
What a Light there will be;
It will dim the sun
There is so much corruption;
What’s one less person on the face of the Earth anyway?