Natural Born Philosopher 

without sin

I can't make religion as without sin there's no whoredom and when in my heart god becomes a ******

I shall sin, sin, sin again ("...every world has its space every life has its time every mass has its god every god has his guillotine... ") to possess thy mother

I desire not nay, to slay thy father neither 'tis thy god

I yearn to kill thus reigning universal with my beak

I wanna peck at his face and from ye golden cups divine blood drink trespass borders which do not exist

I wanna be born, grow and rise again and become! become you unity! be all and nothing equally - dust ov universe and its essence - and look attentively every star is a stone in the cosmic pavement on which step you and your oddysey has no beginning and never look to far, you fool! 'cause it has no ******' end! by nails tear this thin membrane show me ye eye ov revenge spit out half dead foetus out-consciousness long live the man! to god - quick death! (your god is dead now...)