Angelskingarden

Touched by Jeqon
 the Inciter,
 well-rounded womanflesh
 doth tempt
 the Angels of the Watch
 to sin,
 and their Sons are
 Nephilim

 Thrice Blessed are we in His Garden:
 we have the Word, our health, our kin:
 as we "go forth and multiply,"
 we take from each other's skin

 Endogamy: the Choice of millions
 in (all their) Elemental ugliness:
 in the echoes of Repitition,
 Imperfection sires itself

 Nothing in Life
 has any business being Perfect:
 it's an affront
 to anyone with good taste

 Choice is Divine,
 so choose Family over stangers;
 why trouble the Waters
 of the gene pool for a mate?

 Carbon Vessel
 carbon content
 carbon copy
 ...Carbonize...

 Like a lump between to surgeons,
 Man quivers 'twixt desire and need;
 the Law is the Will, and we've chosen
 the Kingdom of Which we would be

 In filial Sect,
 we are Genesis Incarnate:
 in our faces,
 see Manifest Destiny

 (and) leave nothing alive

 With thoughts of Heaven come deeds of flesh:
 we'd look once more upon His Holy Visage,
 and our children whom we've known and wed
 (are) our means to recreate His Image

 In lurking Fear of His Displeasure
 after dark, between their cries,
 in the Eye of the Beholder:
 this is where Beauty dies