To the loveless gathered round
listen, I will scream and bleat a soundby your sacrifices fed
I know where it is I'm led
but never why I am your lost and found
On this path of glory I will sing
the cruelty of gods and things
the painfulness of uncaused shame
the guiltiness of empty blame
the emptiness of endless circling
In the theater feel and kneel
listen to your manhood squeal
as I howl and shriek and die
or desert driven bleat my cry
know you too are on the Wheel
My shaggy form is Holiness's gain
my loss of blood —as if God were slain
my horned bleating is a holy rage
your spinning World ends on this bloody stage
sit still for once and know you are in vain
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