Roy Marmelstein
Lyra (the constellation)

Pleasure ignites the terrorful masses,
the fed-up, the undertaken,
the careless curious cunts,
those who father fatherly pretensions,
and those that can't be told apart.

And it shall go on
and it will resist resistance
until they all suck the milk of sin,
until forbidden trees, once again, bear forbidden fruits,
until all is full and pure and whole,
    until all is nothing but beauty.

And Lyra sings light...