Transitory Seed of the Seminal Kind
How We Grace the Speed in Which You Exceed your Might
Reach Deep and Briskly Betwixt the File
Stretch the Screen and Turn so Edgewise
The Cum, the Suffering, the Calm and the Lost
The Song, the Clamoring of the Souls that are Gone
Ejaculation of a Fourth Kind Ascends
And So We In Unison Chant As We Plead
The Past is a CUM, a When in Old Time
Translations of Transliterary Regrets, Read in Crime
For Jizz is Now Gone The Partition is Dried
One Must Reign Sovereign Over Others Demise
Brethren in Millions Perish And Survive
Only in the Thoughts of the Seminal Child.