The Eleventh Commandment

When the dark lord told me to live

I felt the raised lust of possession

Afterwards the death yell of an impaled nineye

Gotten through my dutiful ears

I had to think of all the lost creatures

Which strived of their existence

In the streaming of my black blood

Nocturnal shadows which glorified

The resurrection like trumpets

Offered me the right way into hopelessness

Enlighten my path into inaccessible license

But though a blessed aspiration after mercy

Fled from the eternal solitude

And discovered the deliverance

With the beauty of a rotten insect