ObZen

A state of perfection

immersed in filth

Equilibrium obtained

Pure in devotion to all things unwell

This sweet Zen of our ill condition sustained

A new belief-system

Salvation found in vomit and blood

Where depravation

lies

Corruption

war and pain is God

Balance

Harmony found in the sickly

the vile

Unflinching eyes

joyous and gleaming

Intense in their need to watch things die

A new belief-system

Salvation found in vomit and blood

Where depravation

lies

Corruption

war and pain is God

Decay

disgrace

disgust

Our state of Zen

The grime of contempt and degeneration

Sticky

foul and pungent

The sediment of our creation

We flourish in this bloodred soil