A state of perfection, immersed in filthnEquilibrium obtainednPure in devotion to all things unwellnThis sweet Zen of our ill condition sustainednnA new belief-system salvation found in vomit and bloodnWhere deprivation, lies, corruption, war and pain is godnnBalancenHarmony found in the sickly, the vilenUnflinching eyes, joyous and gleamingnIntense in their need to watch things diennA new belief-systemnSalvation found in vomit and bloodnWhere deprivation, lies,nCorruption, war and pain is godnnDecay, disgrace, disgust, our state of ZennnThe grime of contempt and degeneration,nSticky, foul and pungentnThe sediment of our creationnWe flourish in this blood-red soil