When winter has almost gone ,
and winds carry away shelter 
of my suffering ,a scarlet show,
thus deepest of heartstrings 
 [bad word] undone,undying 
blasphemous mockery at 
martyred soul...

Plague shall [bad word] 
fatalistic conspiracy 
by an accord of emaciated
starlit giants...

So easily heaven fall,
and [bad word] no longer
can conjure with death upon 
bloodless flesh,
I am crown of bestiality,
I should bow to none,
unless it appeal to my cynic nature,
doomed to be thyself,
abusive glare of eternal darkness
quietus could not ever crash...

I to beg young 
flowers to recreate 
fragrance you've emitted...