Post-God Nirvana

O libertine! Thy will be done Shed the bondage ov vulvic slavery Grind down the walls Which veil the sun Conquer today, my brethren, fearlessly Hoc signo fertote lvx And so the sun rose in the west Only for it’s blinding light to grow weary in the east With passions subduing all speech in awe We worship the devil, we hail the beast!