"Holding  with trembling hand
  Empty  bottle of Hope,... 
  Label says: "love  prohibited 
  under these circumstances",
  Deep smell of cut-open soul in the chest 
  Awakens my hunger for fresh, 
  Sweating body... 
  Forgotten raped spirit, sinking in honey 
  And dying is melt by lips of lesbian  angels, 
  Leaving me cold in their wet shinny satin...
NR.6
"THE BUTCHER"
62x74cm
NR.5
"CELESTIAL SUPPER"
51x72cm5


NR.4
"DEAD END"
21x31cm
NR.3
"FALL OF SENSE", 
31x41cm
NR.2
"RESURECTION OF AGONY", 
31x41cm
NR.1
"UNFLESHED", 
31x41cm
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 Dragging my naked soul 
 Over her scarlet skin,
 Burning inside with devouring flames,
 I kiss her brest with cold lip...
 I lick the quiet tears on her face
 With unholy tonque...
 Fucking deep inside,
 Right between,
 Throwing my rotten seed all over the flesh
 I open my blindness to breathe for a moment:
 I'm tired and raped MARY stands quiet
 Starring at vacuum from upside
 With crystalline eyes
 Smiling in her sexy corpse,
 Lost in hate of millienal fucking...
 ...I fall asleep...

       Dark echoes from beneath
       Spit out their funeral rythms...
       A soul is getting tired 
       And it's going to be burried
       Under the sense...
Joseph
The Fall Of Sense...
 Obscure vaginas give birth 
 To a frozen larva...
 Unconsciousness egoes filling arround
 With their warm breath
 Try to uncold...

 Fleshing on form the mutilated sperm
 Poisoned blood pours in new veins
 The dreg of gods... the roar of juice...
 The fresh life...