I am not a backtracker.
I am the dumptruck descending
Brakes acrushed
Bound to crash
The doubted.

With contempt for everything
My blood boils palpitating
To be tasted by the all.

Ye faithfuls,
Harken this infidel born:
Stay as!
For great is your faith,
And Him pleaseth --

The other heretics,
You will not be forgiven,
I will never forget.
Knowingly have displeased
La Beauté, the crime greatest.

I am the Antichrist
And the Antisatan
I am the Dysangel not written
In your numbered scriptures.

I will with force scatter
Your abominations or traditions
And exterminate the outrages.

And the réalité will be cleansed
Prepared for the predestinated
Habitable for the true lives.

It will be done --
I will it --
I myself will fulfill it, for
I love you, O Eternity --
Oh God, I miss you!