Untitled (If any says that his view was limited to landscape)

If any says that his view was limited to landscape
Tell them they're fools
Above all it was women as the luxuriant
Rotting of souls
Coming down to ruin him as he needed for growth
O stinking life that has no use for a bath

In twos and threes for such was their necessity
For the holy orgy
God pity him for what he could look back at
Last word in torture
All to be present with each and other at a deflowering
O rapturous love O holy holy whoring