Flocking to the light like moths They are vagrants without a home Standing under others gates Here fools wielding poems Thieves and liars haggling for redemption While me and I no longer share a conscience One seeks to find his way - other begs to lose Shed his clarity and stand naked as Lazarus Leper kings of Jerusalem Hand in hand with the czandal Hail to the vulgar commoners Whores, butchers, and performers Sucking the word like an udder To feed their posthumous selves Man-made morality - the essence of the world Reality made guise and virtue a delirium The soverign made czandal - to be God be an animal Holy opium delightful holy opium