I don't know how to do anything
I am trying to move mountains with words
But I am an ant
I scribble
I drool
I move like a worm
whose world
(words)
encompassed a mile
How do I rise above?
Where will this worm
find wings?
I look in the mirror
and I see filth
Who is that?
Where did The Angel go?
Why is there dirt
staring back at me?
Why does doubt paint
blue rings
beneath my eyes and
stain my skin?

~ from FAITH POEM
Jewel

Each time I make my mother cry an
angel dies and falls from heaven
When the boy is still a worm it's hard to
learn the number seven
But when they get to you
It's the first thing that they do
Each time I look outside
My mother dies, I feel my back is changing shape
When the worm consumes the boy it's never
considered rape
When they get to you
Prick your finger it is done..
The moon has now eclipsed the sun...
The Angel has spread his wings...
The time has come for better things...

~ Cryptorchid
       Marilyn Manson