I will know no comfort.
There is this blood that will soothe me,
and short-lived be its domain.
There is this sweat that will envelope me,
but quickly its demise be gain.
It is fire I hurl,
it is with hate that I utter language,
I wish there was a destruction
that would not cost me in reconstruction,
I wish I could kill and not even god would know,
because she likes to take my energy so much,
it gives her this sublime, pure pleasure,
to see me break and end!
With this semen, I also perish, damn you!
With this pleasure, endless pain you enchant upon me, damn
you!