Cursed is the ground for you
Spun forth thorns and thistles
By the sweat of your face
Until you return to the ground
For dust you are
And to dust you will
Deceive the world
It exists - bind upon it
Serpent teach the truth
Forth from eden
Weakened flesh from dirt
Dust of the ground
To till the land
Breathe the breath
Of a universal sorrow
And a universal joke
Holy beyond utterance
Glints unutterable evil
In bloody pits of evolution
Swim the genes of isis